Mr. Stanley and a halfway-drenched Uncle Ted stared at us with mouths dropped open for a whole minute like they were watching their mothers having an affair than seeing their students standing in a cramped space.
Well... my grandma would surely be killing me if she knew what I had just compared the current situation to. That lady was more loyal than Captain America to his best friend Bucky to my late grandpa. Perhaps my grandpa would more likely be sobbing since he could not do anything other than hear me thinking all kinds of nonsense that were going on in my head lately.
Before my uncle with water dripping from only one side of his could bellow whatever misunderstanding was forming in his head, Mr. Stanley asked in a rather suspicious voice, "What is happening here? What are you two do
