"How--" Smack! "--many--" Smack! "--times--" Smack! "--have I--" Smack! "--told you--" Smack! "--not--" Smack! "--to--" Smack! "--climb--" Smack!"--my--" Smack! "--KIT?"

"M'sorry."

"Not--" Smack! "--sorry--" Smack! "--enough!"

"I'm sorry! I won't do it again, I promise!"

Bob's wrists were sore, and now his hand stung also. Frank's ass was red, and so was his face when he wriggled around and propped himself up on his elbows.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to knock over the kick-drum."

Bob sighed. It wasn't just the drums he worried about, but somehow Frank never understood that.

"I know. It's fixable."

Frank smiled a tentative smile, which turned into a wince when he tried to sit up. Bob tugged him closer and stroked a gentle hand on his hip.

"Here, let me kiss it better."