Little Miss Stella sat by her Fella
"Mac! Thank goodness you're here!" Stella groaned.
"What's wrong, Stell?" Mac looked at his friend with concern and worry etched into his serious face.
"I hate spiders." She whined, grabbing onto Mac and hiding behind his much larger figure. "IhatethemIhatethemIhatethem!!"
"It's okay, Stell, I'm here." Mac soothed, though he couldn't help but smile as the hurricane intense Lady Liberty was hugging his back for dear life...because a tiny household arachnid was in her room.
"Just get it." A muffled cry came. She'd buried her face in his strongly muscled back, pushing her breasts against him.
"Okay." Mac froze as he felt her soft chest crash against his back.
"He's in the bathroom." She pointed blindly.
"You're pointing to your bed, actually, but I know what you mean." Mac headed for her bathroom, looking at her with mocking worry. "Are you sure it's safe? He might have a nine mil."
"No, I have a nine mil. and I'll use it if you don't get rid of that spider!" She hissed.
"Let's see." Mac inhaled deeply but silently; it smelled like her...ginger and fruits...honey maybe?...ooh! Peach.
"He's in the bathtub!" She shouted from the other room.
"Oh." Mac looked in to see a daddy longlegs trying not to drown in the water. "Stella, did you just leave him in the water and run?"
"Yes! You're lucky I even got dressed before I called you." Stella pouted slightly, though she'd kill to see Mac's beet red face.
"I almost...I almost...ah!" Mac yelled.
"Mac?!" Stella rushed into the bathroom, worried for him. "Mac?"
"I'm stuck in your bathtub and you're just going stand there?" Mac gurgled. He was caught on her shower ring and was basically posed like a ballerina with his face in the water when his head was down.
"Sorry, here, let me see..." Stella pulled and tugged at Mac's sleeve. She pulled at his sturdy torso gently but not forcefully. "You're really stuck, Mac, should I cut you out?"
"What? No, I like this shirt. Just...pull harder." He urged.
"Okay..." Stella tugged him harder. "I don't want to hurt you."
"Stella, you probably weigh a good hundred or more pounds lighter than me." Mac chuckled as the slender woman tugged again.
"Doesn't mean I don't have upper body strength! Let's not forget I pulled myself up after that guy pushed me off a building." Stella protested, pulling as hard as she could and only bending the shower rod.
"Don't remind me, I didn't sleep for weeks without dreaming of you down on the ground in pancake form." Mac sighed deeply.
"Almost, got you-!!" Stella pulled Mac out but he greatly outweighed her and toppled them both over and into the tub.
"Stella-are you-?"
"Ah! Spider! Spider on my leg!!"
"I'll get him!"
"Mac!!"
"Sorry, didn't mean to touch that!"
"Ah! He's going down your shirt!"
"Oh! Oh-that's itchy!"
"I got him! I got him!"
"Stella that's my chest!"
"Now he's on your neck!"
"Ah! That's not helping!"
"Ah! He's on me! He's on me!!"
"Okay, I'll get him!"
"Mac, he's in my hair!"
"No, he's in MY hair now!"
"Okay I drained the water and the poor fella drowned." Mac smiled crookedly at Stella, who was curled up in a chair with her towel.
"Good. No good dirty little spiders. I don't have arachniphobia, I just don't like them." She rolled her eyes. Mac smirked. Ding! Idea!
"Little Miss Muffet, sat on her tuffet-"
"My name is Stella, not Muffet." Mac chuckled and nodded.
" Little Miss Stella, sat by her fella, as pretty and bright as day."