Gonna get a soakin'

Arrived home from work to the innocuous sight of the CEO tending the flowers with his homemade spray gun...

...little did I know it was a ploy to lull me into a false sense of security. He was really just waiting to give me a proper soaking. What followed wasn't suitable for publication. He shot me down in a hail of water jets. A blood bath shower . Carnage. He won. I got wet. Very, very wet. Just as well it was a lovely evening.