Tom, who now decided to be called Tonya, pulled Josh-now Jean,
on ahead and into the fountain. Closely following behind, Ashley
figured she best keep up with them.
"Oh, this is soooo much better," sighed Tonya, as she stood there
more drenched by the second.
"You're just not kidding," moaned Jean, as a chill ran down her
spine and she shivered in spite of herself. I'm feeling so much
better already dear."
"That's strange," mentioned Ashley out loud,"your...hair it's..."
"Oh my," finished Tonya catching on as she noticed the changes in
her friend,"your hair is getting more grey."
"Well so is yours," rattled Jean in a much more weathered tone,
"and your looking more wrinkled too. Plus, Ashley's shredding
her clothing now."
"So, what are we waiting for?" rumbled the thirty two year old
to her two 73 year old friends,"let's get out of this fountain, and
quickly, while you two can still walk on your own."
"Yes sweetie," replied a Jean in a shakey voice as she grabbed
Ashley's hand on the one side and Tonya's gnarled one on the other
side.
As fast as they could they raced to get out of the water.