<div class="floatleft">(https://images3.imgbox.com/f5/3d/rw8XRHgw_o.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Mar Sinclair<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>June 5th, late morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Garden<br/><strong>Mood:</strong>Playful, happy<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Celeste<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Mar laughed aloud at her daughter’s playful outrage, releasing a couple more short sprays of cold water as they wrestled for the hose.  A little corner of her mind noted happily that the Altercation was over and the day was recovered.  This new, more pleasant confrontation was easy to win, a firm grip here and a twisting evasion there.  She manipulated Celeste’s body physically, demonstrating her strength and dominance not by forcing the little girl but just by effortlessly resisting her.  Mar’s breath quickened, her skin flush with more than exercise.<br/><br/>She knew when Celeste changed tactics before it happened, saw the wicked grin bloom as the idea formed.  Mar didn’t resist it, just took the little girl into her arms, pressing back against her even as the cold water soaked through her clothes.  “Brat,” she managed through lips stuck in a wide smile, “Now I’m wet, too.”<br/><br/>Mar released a small sigh, relaxing into her daughters embrace, reaching around with her free arm to pull closer.  They dripped together for a few seconds.  Then Mar’s hand moved up slightly, releasing the catch of her daughter’s top.  At the same time she tucked the nozzle of the hose inside the band of Celeste’s swim bottoms and shot a full burst of spray between the girl’s legs.<br/><br/>Dancing back a few steps, Mar admired her handiwork.  She had the wicked grin now, the hose sprayer raised like a hold up.  Her grin was darker, though, her narrowed eyes sultry and ominous.  “I think you should take off those wet things before you finish the last bit.  Can’t have you catch cold.”  A quick spray just, just missing Celeste, to make it clear obedience was expected promptly.