Bastard proved it, too. I shrieked, letting go of him to whack his hands away and stop the torture. He took grievous advantage and tossed me into the water. I landed on a jet that fired up - right up my ass.
Rohan doubled over laughing, half-heartedly fighting me as I dragged him in. Parents smiled indulgently. One cow-licked little guy in a red aqua suit stared at Rohan with wide eyes as my darling boyfriend liberally splashed me with long sweeps of his leg. "Wanna help?" Rohan asked.
The kid hesitated for a second then let me have it, jumping up and down in a frenzy. Water flew up my nose.
"That's it! Water fight!" I corralled a bunch of youngsters onto my team and the war was on. My clothes must have absorbed about seventeen pounds of fountain juice because when I finally sloshed my way out of there, water streamed off me like a river.