...it is then.” Carly concludes.
While Sam brings out her hungry needs of fried chicken onto the bar counter. Carly gets out a book and sits down on one end of the couch and begins to read. And realizing Sam’s slacking habit from doing her homework, must be acquitted too.
“C’mon Sam. Lets start on our homework.” Carly urging Sam.
“I don’t wanna read… hey, can you…” Sam dragging out.
“No I will not read for you! Now get your procrastinating rear end over here and read. And bring the fried chicken. Carly demands.
As Sam walks by Carly, she hand her the bucket of fried chicken. Carly reaches in and discovers the bucket was now empty.
“Really Sam? You have already eaten all the chicken!?”
“What, I was hungry.”
“Oh just read!”
At both ends of the couch facing each other. It wasn’t minutes after that the tension was dropped and Sam began to encounter problems.
“Huh, I can’t take this anymore.” Sam getting up off the couch.
Carly tries to ignore at first. But has her eyes slowly distracted. Sam begins to unbutton her shirt. Sliding her hands out from the sleeves. She thrusts her chest forward, swing off her shirt to the floor. Revealing her strapless red bra she had presented. Surprising Carl...