The Signature

“Hey! What are you doing?!” the beautiful mutant shouted as she felt the wet paint on one of her buttocks. She stopped painting the wall as she waited for her friend's response. "Well, I thought that a work of art like you needed a signature", said the boy who accompanied her while using a gallant tone, "And I thought that I cou…" he couldn't continue the sentence when he felt the paint roller on his face. "I asked you to help me with the painting and you've only been watching me," the girl protested, "And also… 'artists' only sign works that belong to them." “Should I take that as a ‘NO’ to our date?” the boy said trying to get the paint off his face. “Clean all this up and finish painting the room, while I go clean up this ‘signature’. Then maybe and just maaaaaybe I will consider going out with you,” she said as she sexily walked out of the room. "Well, I think I deserved that," the boy said as he began to paint.