Day 9. Carter is shaving in the bathroom with a twinkle in his eye and a spring in his shaving hand. The triumphant grin on his face can only mean one thing: Booty. Think they know? he muses. Abby, who looks like shes washing some clothes in a sink, considers this. Pratts clueless, she says. Chen knows. Carter doubts it, razing a patch of stubble with zeal. Oh, no, she knows, grins Abby mischievously. Carter cant believe Abby blabbed. Where do you think I got the condoms? Abby asks. Safe sex, kids: Dont let a lockdown lock you down with a baby. As Carter chuckles, Abby ribs him, And, you know, you were a little loud. He blushes a little. Dear God: Please spare me explosive orgasm jokes. Love, Heathen. Flirting, in the form of light banter, continues as Abby lifts her sleeve to check out the rash developing on her back. Carters all, Hey baby, niiiice pustule. She complains that shes going to get a big scar there, so Carter suggests a second tattoo. True, she says. I could get Carter... Hes all, Mommy, she likes me! Then Abby continues, Sucks. He hits her with a towel in flirtatious glee and then runs off to iron his big-boy pants, which Abby ripped off with her teeth last night.
Episode Report CardHeathen: C- | 290 USERS: C+
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