Gwyn's eyes lit up with glee when she laid eyes on her prize - right there, opened and unguarded.
Gwyn had a history with Sally stretching back a long way. There was nothing major that happened, but a certain rivalry has always been there - it began years ago in college when Sally and her friends were viewed as the 'popular' girls, and Gwyn was just one of the new girls... hence the resentment. At 5 foot and 1 inch tall, you'd also say she wasn't exactly the tallest lady around either. She was 32 but had still retained great looks and a great figure.
"I can't believe I found it!" Gwyn whispers to herself, grabbing the water gun with one hand before lifting it up and examining it and the instructions listed in brief on the under side of the gun. She had heard that this device would be delivered to this address, quite why, she wasn't sure, but it was hers now and she felt a tremendous surge of power pump through her veins.
Gwyn is awoken from her dreams of grandeur by footsteps coming from the other room. She thinks about her next move.
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