“Ah.” Sharky rubbed the stubble on his chin. “He struck me as slightly obnoxious.”
“More than slightly.” Millie told him about the incident in Bimini.
“I would’ve given the guy a knuckle sandwich if he threatened Fin.”
Cat pulled the plastic bottle from her pocket. “We have something almost as good as a knuckle sandwich. This.”
“What is it?”
“Itching powder made from ground rose hips.”
Sharky eyed it with interest. “Does it work?”
She unscrewed the cap. “There’s only one way to find out.”
He gave Millie a sly side smirk. “Have you tried it?”
She shook her head.
“I’ll try it if Millie tries it.”
“I’ll admit, I am curious.”
Cat pulled a pair of rubber gloves from her pocket and slid them on. She dumped a small amount of powder into her gloved palm. “Who wants to go first?”
Sharky and Millie looked at each other.
“It was your idea,” Millie said.
“True.” He held out his arm. “I’ll take a light dusting please.”
Cat sprinkled the powder on his arm and rubbed it around.
Sharky winced. “It feels like sandpaper.”
“Although harmless, it stimulates nerve endings which makes it feel like itchy sandpaper.” Cat finished rubbing it in. ‘Now, imagine this sprinkled inside your underwear.”
Sharky tried brushing it off. “I don’t like it.”
“It’s not a pleasant feeling.”
“I’m curious,” Millie said. “Why do you have itching powder?”
An unreadable expression flitted across Cat’s face.
“Never mind. I probably don’t want to know.”
“Probably not. The good news is I would never use it on any of my friends.”
“Note to self,” Sharky said. “Don’t get on Cat’s bad side.”
“Are you ready Millie?”
“Sure.” She held out her arm, watching as Cat sprinkled the powder just below her elbow.
She rubbed it in and instantaneously Millie felt an itching and burning. “Ugh. How do you get rid of the burn?”
“Water. You’ll want to rinse it off.”
