Sailor's daughter: Pretty Faces and Evil Minds (Complete.)

Postby Chaos846 » Fri Sep 22, 2017 9:14 am

Part 1: In this part, a hot streak begins.

----Katie----

Okay, so lets talk about kidnappers for a minute. They come in two different forms. There are smart ones who know what they're doing, and take hostages to gain leverage over someone. Then there are stupid ones that don't know what they're doing, and they are very easy to exploit once they've shown you their hand.

Late June. Afternoon...

Our summer started with a massive bang. It was scorching hot outside. The sun was showing no mercy, and there wasn't a cloud in sight. That didn't stop Sam and me from enjoying the day though. We were both out in the street with a baseball, and baseball gloves.

I was dressed for the weather in just my blue bikini swimsuit top, and a pair of my white gym shorts. Sam was dressed quite similar to me. She had on a pink bikini top, and a pair of denim cutoffs. Both of us had our hair in ponytails, and we were covered head to toe in sunscreen.

“Linda is really lucky right now,,” Sam told me, as she tossed the ball back to me. Linda had already left to visit her grandparents in England again.

“Yeah, I told her how hot it was,” I said back, as I threw the ball to her again. I had in fact texted her the temperature which was hovering at about ninety.

“The plants seem to be enjoying it,” Dad then added in. He was nearby with the hose, and was tending to the garden.

“I just hope the weather cools down after today,” I stated, as I caught the ball again, and then threw it back to Sam. “Hey Sam. Would it be possible for me to-AAAAGGHH!!” I was cut off, and let out a squeal, as I suddenly felt a quick stream of cold water hit me over the head, and my upper body. Sam was in hysterics at what had just happened.

I just stood there with my mouth open for a second or two. Once the shock had worn off, I wiped my face off, and turned my attention to Dad, and saw him laughing at me as well.

“Hey!” I scolded.

“You said you wanted to cool off,” Dad insisted.

“I said I hoped the weather cooled down!” I snapped.

“Oh, oh, I'm sorry,” Dad said, in a mocking tone. I just glared at him. He then turned his attention to Sam who was still laughing. “What are you laughing at Sam?” He then called to her. Sam's Laughter came to a screeching halt once she saw that the hose was now pointed at her.

“Uh oh,” She said. She instinctively bolted for the safety of her yard, and out of reach. It was my turn to laugh now.

“At least it'll dry fast,” Dad then said to me. He then went back to watering the garden instead of us. With that, we also resumed our activity.

“Anyways, what were you going to say?” Sam asked, as I caught the ball again.

“I was going to ask you if I could stay at your house this Thursday, as Dad is working, and Lucy's going to a tournament,” I told her.

“Yeah, it should be fine,” She said back.

* * * *


After a few more tosses, we decided to call it good there. We both went into my house, and made straight for the kitchen to get some water. We then walked into the living room, and flopped down into a couple chairs.

“You know, I just realized something,” I said. “Do you know what today is?” I then asked her.

“I can't say that I do,” Sam responded.

“This was the day last year when that fail of a robbery took place,” I told her. Sam nodded.

“Oh right. The birthday of our tie up games,” She said with a smile. “I still remember how scared Lucy and I were at first.”

“Once that moron took Dad upstairs alone, I knew that was it for them,” I said, now snorting at the memory.

“I still stand by what I told you before,” Sam stated. I looked over at her.

“What?” I asked.

“You look much better with your mouth taped shut,” She said. I knew She said that just to get a reaction from me. Never the less, I gave her a scowl while she giggled at my reaction.

“You know what sounds really good right now?” I asked aloud.

“What?” Sam asked.

“A Slushy,” I suggested. “You want to go down the road, and get a Slushy?” I then asked. Sam shrugged.

“Eh, sure,” She said. We both got up off the chairs, and made our way upstairs to see Dad exiting the restroom.

“Hey Dad, Sam and I were going to get some Slushies,” I told him.

“Okay,” He said back, as he made for his office. He then stopped. “Hey, could you get me one as well?” He then asked.

“What flavor would you like?” I asked back.

“Uh, anything,” He said, with a slight shrug.

“Okay,” I said. He then went into his office. I went back to my room to grab a few bucks, and with that, Sam and I made for the front door again, and back out into the oven.

* * * *


I think I mentioned this before, but I don't remember, so I'm going to say it again anyway. At the end of our road is a small mini mart with a tiny gas station right outside.

“Hello,” the clerk greeted, as we entered.

“Hello,” Sam and I greeted back, and made our way to the Slushy Station. Sam filled her cup first with a mixture of Cherry, and apple flavors, and took it up to the counter to pay for it. I decided to go with Blue Raspberry for Dad, and a combination of raspberry, and lemon for mine.

“I'll wait outside for you,” Sam told me.

“Alright,” I said back, and with that, Sam left the store. I handed the clerk a few bills. He went through his routine, and handed me my receipt, as well as my change.

“Thanks,” I told him.

“Your welcome, and come again,” He said. I gave him a nod, and walked outside to regroup with Sam. I blinked for a minute. Sam was nowhere to be seen. I looked down the road to see if she was already on her way back, but nope.

“Sam?” I called. I got no answer. “Sam?!” I called in a louder voice. Still nothing. I began to look around the store, and that's when I spotted a clue to the problem.

I saw a slushy cup on the pavement. It had broken open, and it's contents were pouring out onto the lot. It also had the same mixture that Sam's had. I walked over to it, and picked it up.

“Oh no,” I whispered to myself. Oh no was right. Before I had a chance to react, I felt an arm wrap around me, and a cloth was forced onto my face. I tried to scream into it, but only a muffled moan came out. I tried to fight, but I was beginning to fade...and fade............and fade into darkness.
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Re: Sailor's daughter: Pretty Faces and Evil Minds (Part 1)

Postby solarbeast34 » Fri Sep 22, 2017 9:41 am

Great start yet again. I again cannot wait for more.

Re: Sailor's daughter: Pretty Faces and Evil Minds (Part 2 posted.)

Postby Chaos846 » Wed Sep 27, 2017 12:04 pm

Part 2: In this part, Katie and Sam meet a few Criminal Geniuses.

“Katie,” I heard Sam whisper at me. I then felt her nudging me with what I guessed was her forehead. I slowly opened my eyes. My vision was a bit blurry. I sat up, closed my eyes, and then reopened them. I was now able to see Sam clearly.

We were both on a bed in what seemed like a small bedroom. Sam had her hands behind her back, and somehow I was sure it wasn't by choice. I soon quickly realized that my own hands were bound behind my back as well with Duct Tape.

“Oh no,” I moaned, as I flopped back down onto a pillow. “What did we do to deserve this?” I asked out loud. Sam just shook her head.

“Your guess is as good as mine,” She answered.

“Do you know where we are?” I asked, as I sat back up again.

“Not...really, I only just woke up from...whatever they used on us,” She responded. “What the hell did they put on that cloth?”

“Probably chloroform, or something like that,” I suggested. I've seen enough movies to know how these things go. I noticed that my feet weren't tied, so at least I could walk around. I walked over to the window, and saw that we were in a wooded area next to a lake. From what I could see, the house we were taken to seemed to be Log Cabin like in its outer design.

“What's out there?” Sam asked.

“Well, we seem to be in the woods, and away from prying eyes,” I pointed out.

“Any chance of us escaping, or someone finding us,” Sam asked me.

“I think we already know that Officer Peterson and my Dad will find us eventually,” I answered. “As far as us escaping goes, we don't know anything about our captors yet, so I think we should remain bound until we get some answers,” I then explained.

“Fair enough given that if they think they have control, they might drop their guard,” Sam replied.

“Exactly,” I then added. It was at that point we heard voices. The voices of men. They were growing a bit louder which told us that our captors were likely dropping by to check up on their catch, “Here we go,” I mumbled. Sam kinda nodded.

“Never the less, they should be awake by now,” One voice said, and he sounded somewhat excited for some strange reason. We saw the door fly open, and the best way I can describe the three men who entered the room is this. Imagine the boys from the Friday the 13th movies, but maybe about five years older. That's pretty much what they looked like.

“Aren't they beautiful?” The guy in the middle then asked his two buddies. They looked way to pleased with themselves, and the fact that our bodies were almost on full display for them made me even more nervous.

“Who are you? What do you want?” I asked, sounding frightened. I decided that the frightened, innocent, and helpless act might set a better mood for them.

“They look so adorable when they're scared. Like two helpless little kittens,” A blonde haired guy on the left said. I now knew which one I wanted to pound into the floor first, but alas, I had an act to keep up.

“Why have you kidnapped us?” Sam asked, getting back to the point. The guy in the middle spoke up.

“We're keeping you both here for a week, and if you're both good girls, we won't hurt you,” He stated firmly, trying to sound tough. Sam and I looked at each other with confused faces. That was oddly specific, and yet so vague at the same time.

“And why are we here for a week?” I then asked. The man smirked.

“Because, if we can keep you from escaping for a week, we are legally allowed to merry you,” He then explained. My eyes became very round. Sam tried to clear her throat, but kinda failed.

“I'm sorry, what?” She choked out, sounding as though she just downed a glass of sand.

“It's called Bride Kidnapping you dummies, and it's legal all over parts of South America, and a few other places as well,” The guy on the right stated. I just blinked.

“This can't be happening,” I moaned, as I flopped down onto the pillow again.

“You three do realize this is the USA, right?” Sam asked. “Kidnapping, regardless of it's purpose, is not legal here.”

“It's not like you have much of a choice, so you better get used to it,” The Guy in the middle said firmly. “By the way, my name is Tim, these are my friends Ben, and Jack,” He introduced. Tim looked like an athlete with jet black hair. Ben was the blonde guy, and he was a bit more skinny. Jack was tall and chubby with brown hair.

“Best you know the names of your new husbands now, huh,” Ben said, with a sick grin, and the guys laughed. Sam looked justifiably horrified.

“I know which one I want,” Tim then said, casting an eye over at me. Ben frowned at him.

“Hold on, who said you get to decide which one we get?” He asked.

“Cause this was my idea, and I get first crack!” Tim barked. Ben just looked away from his friend. The fact that they were both fighting over me like a piece of pie made my skin crawl.

“Hey, what about me?” Jack then asked.

“What about you?” Ben asked back.

“I did most of the work,” He protested. I was now speculating he's the one who used the chloroform on us.

“And you got your fifty bucks. We'll handle this from here on out!” Tim snapped. Jack looked a bit dejected. Sam and I remained quiet during all of this, and just let them hash it out.“Alright, Jack, you and I will head out and get the supplies we need for later. Ben, you make sure our guests don't go anywhere. Now come on, let's get going. The less chance we have for getting caught, the better,” Tim ordered. With that, they all left the room. I then heard the sound of the door looking behind them.

“Unbelievable.” I snarled.

“We are escaping, right?” Sam asked. “I didn't see anything that looked like a weapon on any of them, and with two of them gone, I think we can do this.”

“The thing is, we don't know what they may have beyond this room. They may not have felt the need to show us, because we're currently tied up,” I explained. I then walked over to the window, and saw Jack and Tim leaving in a gray mini van.

“Are you saying no?” Sam asked me. I sighed.

“Sam, I can't pick the lock to the door, and if we try to bust it down, He's gonna hear us,” I explained to her.

“What about the window?” She then asked. It was a good alternative except for one tiny detail.

“Unfortunately, it doesn't open, so we'd have to break that too,” I said. “Not only would that be noisy, but we'd also risk getting broken glass in our feet.”

“I see your point,” She admitted in a defeated tone. “So what do you think so far about these morons?” She then asked. I snorted.

“I think you answered your own question,” I said, and rejoined her on the bed. “They're not the brightest guys from what I could tell. Jack seemed rather derpy. Tim likes to think he's tough, and I don't know what's going on in Blondie's head.”

“Not only that, I couldn't help but notice a bit of tension between them,” Sam pointed out. That's when an idea sparked in my mind. A tiny little spark that was sure to start a wildfire.

“Sam, I just had a really interesting idea,” I said, and turned to her with evil intent in my eyes.

“Oh boy. What plan has your vile mind cooked up now?” Sam responded.

“I say we cooperate with them, but we're going to do a better job than they expect,” I suggested. Sam blinked at me.

“Can you be a bit more specific?” She asked.

“You said there was a bit of tension brewing between them. I noticed it too, as it was quite obvious,” I stated. “Plus, there's three of them, and two of us. This means that someone's getting left out.”

“We're going to make them fight over us. I like it,” Sam said, with a grin, now putting the pieces together. “How do we go about it?”

“The best way I can think to do that is for us get into a fight with each other, and we need to make it loud and emotional,” I said to her. “Larry, Curly, and Mo out there will likely see that as an opportunity to sympathize with us, and that's when we can start weaving a bit of our own magic into this whole thing,” I suggested.

“Well, I'm ready when you are. When should we start?” Sam asked.

“We'll wait for Jack and Tim to return,” I told her. “I want Ben to think that I have some affection for him first in order to undermine Tim, and that will serve as your que to get angry with me,” I suggested.

“Katie, Your Father and Uncle have been a rotten influence on you,” Sam complemented.

“Thanks,” I said, with a perky smile.

Re: Sailor's daughter: Pretty Faces and Evil Minds (Part 2 posted.)

Postby solarbeast34 » Sun Oct 01, 2017 8:03 am

This was an interesting twist that I did not see coming. I'm hoping you're going to continue soon.

Re: Sailor's daughter: Pretty Faces and Evil Minds (Part 2 posted.)

Postby Steak in a Tree » Sun Oct 01, 2017 11:06 am

Oh crap, I missed this one. We need some sort of notification squad in here. Can't keep missing parts of your stories...

So one again Katie and her companion(s) at the time find themselves kidnapped. It's almost amusing how nonchalant Katie is about the situation this time around. I do like their approach to dealing with these buffoons, but I still wonder how that translates to an escape. I assume you'll have the answer waiting in a future update heh.

Let's see where this ride takes us.
"They didn't call him 'Einstein' for nothing."
-Albert Einstein

Re: Sailor's daughter: Pretty Faces and Evil Minds (Part 2 posted.)

Postby Chaos846 » Sun Oct 01, 2017 1:27 pm

Steak in a Tree wrote:Oh crap, I missed this one. We need some sort of notification squad in here. Can't keep missing parts of your stories...

So one again Katie and her companion(s) at the time find themselves kidnapped. It's almost amusing how nonchalant Katie is about the situation this time around. I do like their approach to dealing with these buffoons, but I still wonder how that translates to an escape. I assume you'll have the answer waiting in a future update heh.

Let's see where this ride takes us.


The thing is, like anything else, if something happens enough, it kinda numbs into your mind. Plus, when you find out that you've been kidnapped to be married to an arrogant dumbass, you can't help but feel a bit more annoyed than frightened. The thing is though, arrogant dumbasses are very easy to manipulate.

Re: Sailor's daughter: Pretty Faces and Evil Minds (Part 2 posted.)

Postby Chaos846 » Sun Oct 01, 2017 1:28 pm

solarbeast34 wrote:This was an interesting twist that I did not see coming. I'm hoping you're going to continue soon.


Oh yes I am. hehehehehe.

Re: Sailor's daughter: Pretty Faces and Evil Minds (Part 3 posted.)

Postby Chaos846 » Fri Oct 06, 2017 4:26 am

Part 3: In this part, we witness the end of a long time friendship. (Not really.)

We just sat there for what seemed like an hour. It was actually only about half that. I don't know what Sam was thinking about, but I was thinking of how to piece this all together. On the surface it seems easy, but in reality, it's not. Plus, I'd have to bring myself to yell maliciously at someone who's been like the sister I've never had.

If our new plan was to work I had to be sure that Ben could hear our conversation. I didn't have much to work with in that regard. I got up off the bed, and pressed my ear on the door. I was hoping for some form of sign that he was close by.

“What are you doing?” Sam asked me, in a low voice.

“I'm seeing if Ben is close by. I think we need to let him know at least a little of what I think of him,” I responded, and then went back to listening at the door. Sure enough, I heard a groan.

“He has just the same right to them as I do!” I heard him snap from behind the door. He wasn't right next to it, but he was close enough to hear us if we spoke loud enough. My first thought was on the nerve of this man. The fact that he thinks he has a right to us. I shook that thought away, and focused on what was important. My lips curled into a sneer. I looked over at Sam, and nodded my head.

“He's just on the other side,” I said softly, as I walked back over to the bed, and sat down. “Go ahead, and ask me how we're going to escape, and say it somewhat loudly,” I then told her.

“Are we starting now?” Sam asked, knowing that the van wasn't back yet.

“Not fully, but I want to wet his appetite a bit. If you get my meaning,” I said.

“Okay,” Sam said. She then took in a deep breath. “So, how do you suggest we escape this nonsense!?” Sam asked me, in a loud tone.

“I don't know! If our parents, or the police don't find us in time, we may be stuck with them!” I answered back.

“I hope to god that doesn't happen!” Sam responded. She was already taking it like a pro. I could have praised her for her ability to wing this like I was. We both smiled at each other, and I then continued.

“Still, it can't be all bad!” I stated.

“What do you mean?” Sam asked me. We both then heard it. The soft sound of footsteps on the wood floor, from behind the door. We had his attention. Now it was time to deliver a dose of affection.

“I mean...well...the blonde guy seemed nice enough!” I told her. “And he's kinda cute!”

“Oh brother!” Sam groaned.

“I don't know if he's boyfriend material, but he's the kind of guy I may keep on the bench for later!” I then stated.

“How about we worry about escape first, and boyfriends later!” Sam then suggested.

“Fine, be that way!” I snarled at her. Before we could continue, we both saw the van pull up into the driveway. Oh, the timing. Sam and I both smiled at each other. I then urged her to continue, this was perfect.

“Be what way? Sensible!?” She snapped at me. “I'm sorry, but I thought you wanted out of here as much as I did!”

“Don't get me wrong, I do, but I'm just saying that it could be worse!?” I insisted.

“How could it be worse!?” She shrieked. “Three Morons are holding us hostage for a week. The police, nor our Parents have no idea where we are, and if they pull this off, they're going to force us to merry them. You tell me how this could be worse!?”

“They haven't abused us for one!” I scolded.

“They're keeping us tied up with duct tape in a room! You don't call that abusive!?” Sam yelled.

“It's annoying! I'll give you that! But from my point of view it's not abusive!” I yelled back. “And I can tell that the Blonde Guy is not the abusive type! Tim however might be! Perhaps you'll be stuck with him instead!”

“How dare you!” Sam barked. “And how do you know that you won't be stuck with him!? I saw the way he looked at you, and as you know, he gets...how did he put it? Oh yeah...First Crack!” She then snapped. I was really glad she brought that aspect up again.

“I'll make sure it happens! Don't you worry about that!” I snarled.

“What's that supposed to mean?!” Sam growled back. This was actually going a lot better than I had expected. I was worried that Sam might stumble a bit as we went, but she kept it going like a champ. We then heard the door fly open.

“Hey! What's all the noise about!?” Tim asked, as he, Jack, and Ben entered the room. I saw that Ben had a gleam in his eyes that wasn't there before. He had heard what was said, and I could tell he liked it a lot.

“None of your business!” I snapped at him.

“Don't you get snappy with me you little twit!” Tim snapped back gruffly, and I flinched a bit. It was an in-character reaction though, and was glad that Sam caught it.

“Yeah, that's what I thought!” She snarled, with a sneer.

“What!?” I barked.

“You're afraid of him!” She barked.

“I am not!” I barked back.

“Both of you shut up!” Tim interjected. We both clamped our mouths shut, and looked over at him. He let out a sigh. “Ben, move the Spitfire to a different room for now. I'm not going to listen to them scream at each other all week,” He then told his partner. Ben looked at me.

“You gonna come quietly, or do I have to drag you?” He asked me. I then let out a sigh myself.

“Fine,” I moaned, and got up off the bed.

“Jack, you keep an eye on this one,” Tim then ordered.

“But what about-” Jack started.

“No buts, just do it please!” Tim snapped.

“Alright,” Jack responded, in a dull tone. With their plan in motion, I was then put into motion, as I was marched out of the room.

Ben took me down a hall, and as we passed by the living room, I saw that one of my theories was correct. Against the wall was a rack with a few hunting rifles as well as ammo for them. I was very glad that we hadn't tried to bust our way out now.

Ben took me into another room which didn't have much in it except a few maps, a desk, and a flimsy wooden chair.

“Sorry there's only a chair in here, but it's the best we can do for right now,” He told me, and left the room. I paced for a bit, and then sat down. I was now thinking about Sam. I was actually feeling pretty guilty about snapping at her the way I did. Sure, it was needed for the plan to work, but as I said: She's been like a sister to me.

A few minutes later, Ben entered the room, and with the way he was looking back over his shoulder, it looked like he was making sure he wasn't noticed.

“Tim's making food for you two, so I thought I'd sneak in some time with you,” He told me.

“Excellent,” My Mind said, with nasty grin on it's face. Now I needed to build up some sympathy with him, and I knew one way that rarely fails. I whipped up some tears, and hung my head.

“Oh come on now, don't cry,” He said to me, sounding annoyed.

“It's all her fault!” I barked.

“What? The other girl?” Ben asked me. I then nodded yes.

“She should have waited in the store!” I moaned, and continued crying. Ben just sighed, and then looked at me.

“I heard what you said about me,” He said. I looked back up at him.

“What?” I asked. My eyes stained with fake tears.

“I heard you kinda like me,” He stated. I hung my head in shame. “Oh come on, don't feel ashamed.”

“You're my kidnapper,” I explained to him.

“And loving husband next. I'll certainly treat you better than Tim will,” Ben said. I knew the friction between the two was getting higher, now to give it another push.

“Promise?” I asked him, in a hopeful tone.

“I promise,” Ben said, in a soft tone. (Hook, line, and sinker.)

Re: Sailor's daughter: Pretty Faces and Evil Minds (Part 3 posted.)

Postby solarbeast34 » Sat Oct 07, 2017 1:08 pm

Great continuation and the plan has begun. I'm interested to read what comes next in this story and see how the two will ultimately get out of their current situation.

Re: Sailor's daughter: Pretty Faces and Evil Minds (Part 3 posted.)

Postby Steak in a Tree » Sun Oct 08, 2017 1:48 pm

This plan is beautiful. I'm loving the way this is all coming together, and I do hope to read the next part soon. But good stuff on this update, good stuff.
"They didn't call him 'Einstein' for nothing."
-Albert Einstein

Re: Sailor's daughter: Pretty Faces and Evil Minds (Part 3 posted.)

Postby Chaos846 » Sun Oct 08, 2017 2:03 pm

Steak in a Tree wrote:This plan is beautiful. I'm loving the way this is all coming together, and I do hope to read the next part soon. But good stuff on this update, good stuff.


Boys with a twisted concept of laws, and who think with their hormones rather than their brains, always make prime bait for a good sucker punch, huh. ;)

Re: Sailor's daughter: Pretty Faces and Evil Minds (Part 4 posted.)

Postby Chaos846 » Wed Oct 18, 2017 12:02 pm

Part 4: In this part, Sam and Katie go over how things went...at least they try to.

“And just what is this?” Tim asked, as he barged into the room, and folded his arms in front of him. I looked at him in horror while Ben stood up, and gave him a glare.

“I'm just making sure she's okay, is that a problem?” Ben asked him. Tim shrugged.

“No, but it's time to feed her, and I'm gonna be the one to do it,” Tim insisted.

“Fine, whatever,” Ben said, as he left the room. Although, he did turn to me with a wink that Tim didn't see. That Moron was too busy looking me over, and admiring what he saw. Tim left briefly, and returned with what I could only guess was a frozen mac and cheese dinner. He also had a fork in his other hand.

“So, you like your new husband to be?” He asked me, as he scooped some of the pasta onto the fork, and, and held it up to my mouth.

“Who?” I asked him, and took the bite. Tim gave me a sneer.

“Why me of course,” He answered. I rolled my eyes.

“I've met worse I guess,” I moaned, and took another bite.

“Who? Ben?” Tim asked, in a defensive tone. I shook my head no.

“No,” I moaned again.

“Oh stop moaning,” Tim demanded.

“You tell me why?” I demanded back, I started “tearing up” again. “It's all her fault that we got caught.”

“Meaning your friend in the other room,” Tim guessed. “Yeah, I'm sure Ben's going to have a good life with her.”

“Just...stop gloating. Okay?” I requested, and took another bite.

“You better get used to it, Honey,” He said, with a smirk. I answered it with a glare.

After what can laughably be called my dinner was over, Tim got me a drink of water as well. He had then left the room for a little while. I didn't hear much at first, but I did pick up a bit of it later on though.

“Well, I'm open to suggestions,” Ben stated.

“There's nothing I can suggest. I'm not going to have them with us where they can sabotage us. They'll have to sleep in that room together,” Tim pointed out.

“But how do we stop them from fighting again?” Jack then asked. I had almost forgotten he was here.

“I have something fun in mind for that,” Tim answered, in a gleeful tone. I didn't like the sound of that. I soon heard the sound of footsteps, and a moment later, Tim entered the room again.

“What do you want now?” I asked him.

“Get up,” He requested. I then stood up. “You're going back to the room with your friend,” He then told me. I glared at him.

“I don't want to go back in there with...her,” I stated firmly. I had my cover to keep up after all.

“Tough!” Tim barked. “Now get moving!” He then ordered.

“Fine,” I moaned, and walked ahead of him.

I was marched back through the cabin, and back into the room where Sam was seated on the bed, and when she saw me, she gave me a quick glare, and turned her face away from me. I kinda did the same. I couldn't bring myself to look into the eyes of my “former” friend who got us into this mess. (Note the sarcasm.)

“Okay, I'm afraid you two will have to share this room,” Jack told us, as Tim pushed me onto the bed.

“I'm not sharing the same room with her!” Sam snapped. I glared at her. It was nice to know she was maintaining her cover as well still.

“Don't even start,” Ben ordered, before another fight started. We both looked over at him with shameful looks on our faces.

“Jack, go get the tape,” Tim then requested.

“What are you getting the tape for?” Sam asked him, as Jack left to go get it. Tim gave her an evil smile.

“You'll see, Dearie,” He told her. Jack returned with the tape, and handed it over to Tim. Tim walked over to me, and pulled off a strip. My eyes widened in fear.

“Oh no you don't!” I snapped, and instinctively backed away from him. “You're not taping my mouth!”

“It's either that, or you sleep with me. Take your pick,” He told me. I remember what he said earlier about that, and I knew it was a bluff, but never the less, I just let out a sigh.

“Alright,” I groaned. Tim stepped up to me, and peeled off a strip of tape.

“Lips together,” He stated. I pursed my lips together, and he plastered the tape to my mouth. The weather had cooled down recently, and the cabin was also kept cool, so the tape stuck fairly well. Tim however decided that one strip wasn't enough, and applied four more. “You look much better with your mouth taped shut,” Tim complimented. I glared at him.

“Mm scrmmw ymm!” I scolded through my gag.

“She sounds better too,” Tim then added. “What do you guys think?”

“Definitely,” Sam answered, before Tim's friends could.

“You're next,” Tim told her, and then taped her mouth shut as well. He used five pieces with her as well. “That should give us some piece and quiet for the rest of the evening,” He stated.

“Shall we head back to the living room now, and plan our next move?” Ben then suggested.

“Yes,” Tim answered. They were about to leave, but Tim turned back to us briefly. “Sweet dreams you two,” He said. Sam and I started mmphing into our gags in protest. Once the door closed however, we both turned to each other, and started laughing.

“Ymm wmrr wmmdrml Smm!” I proudly exclaimed.

“Mm cmn't bmlmm M hmd ih nn mm,” She said, in response. We both just sat there on the bed, and took in just what all happened. I then looked at her again.

“Shmmld wm tmke thh tmpe omf?” She then asked me. I shook my head no.

“Wm dmn't knnw mf thll bm bmmk,” I pointed out to her, and she nodded. Now some of you might be wondering: Do we actually know what we're saying to each other. The answer is yes. Sam and I wear gags more often than any of our other friends, and we've developed a natural understanding for gag talk in a sense.

I don't know how well you all will understand it, so I'll leave some translations as to what we talked about next.

“Sm, hmw dmd ymmr dmy gm?” Sam then asked me. (“So, how did your day go”) I grinned at her. She could tell by my eyes.

“Bnn lnkms me, nnd hm nnd Tmm mrr stlll hmvnng prmmblms,” I told her. (“Ben likes me, and He and Tim are still having problems.”)

“Hnnmph tm mkke thmm snnp?” Sam asked. (“Enough to make them snap?”) I looked thoughtful for a minute, and then shrugged.

“Mm dnn't knnw fmr shmr ymt, bbt wm'll sme,” I answered. (“I don't know for sure, but we'll see.”) “Hmm abmmt you? Hmm dmd thnngs gm fmr ymu?” I then asked. (How about you, how did things go for you?”) Sam returned the grin.

“Ymu knnnw Jnmk, mrmmt?” She asked back. (You know Jack, right?”) I nodded yes, to show I was listening. “M thnnk hm hms thh hmtf fmr mm nnw,” She stated, although, I didn't quite catch that one.

“Wmmt?” I asked, as I leaned in a bit closer.

“M thnnk hm hms thh hmtf fmr mm nnw,” She stated, trying to be a bit more clear. (“I think he has the hots for me now.”) We both then started giggling into our gags.

“Ymu gmt Jnmk tm llkk ymu?” I asked. (“You got jack to like you?”) Sam nodded yes.

“Hm cmrtmmnly ssmmdd tm enjmy tmmknng wmmh mm,” She said. (“He certainly seemed to enjoy talking with me.”)

“Mts m stmp nn thh mrmmt dmrcshnn,” I said, in response. (“It's a step in the right direction.”)

So far, so good.

Re: Sailor's daughter: Pretty Faces and Evil Minds (Part 4 posted.)

Postby Steak in a Tree » Wed Oct 18, 2017 5:01 pm

So far, so good indeed. Their plan seems to be going off well, not unexpected given their targets. I have a feeling that the end result will be quite entertaining.

Great update, looking forward to the next.
"They didn't call him 'Einstein' for nothing."
-Albert Einstein

Re: Sailor's daughter: Pretty Faces and Evil Minds (Part 5 posted.)

Postby Chaos846 » Wed Oct 25, 2017 11:14 am

Part 5: In this part, ego and pride outweigh judgment and reasoning.

It was finally getting dark outside, and Sam and I kinda just sat there for a little bit. There really wasn't much else for us to do really. I got up and paced for a bit, and thought about what Dad was likely doing right now.

I just let out a sigh. Hopefully the pieces would start falling into place tomorrow morning. We then heard footsteps of the men headed in our direction. Sam and I both knew what to do. We narrowed our eyes at each other, and started mmphing angrily into our gags. We then heard the door fly open.

“It looks as though you were right Tim,” Ben stated. We both stopped our muffled arguing, and glared at them.

“Of course I was right,” Tim snarled. “They can yell at each other all they want, and we don't have to hear any of it.”

“Wmmt dm ymu wnnt?” Sam growled at him. I don't know if he understood her, but he didn't seem to look like he cared.

“I want you both to enjoy this moment,” Tim stated. “You're both going to be untied briefly, so you can use the restroom. The tape on your mouths, however, had better stay put,” He then explained. He then pulled out a pocket knife, and walked over to me. I eyed him wearily as he did. Sure enough, he cut the tape from my wrists.

“I'll walk you to the restroom,” Ben then offered.

“No, I'll take her,” Tim then interjected. Ben glared at him, but said nothing. Tim then marched me to the restroom where I was able to do my business. As I was washing my hands, I was able to get a good look at myself in the mirror.

“I think I need to wear this more often when I'm tied up,” I thought to myself, now that I could see just how well a bikini, and a tape gag go together. When I left the restroom, I let out an “mph” as Tim grabbed me from behind.

“Don't struggle!” He ordered. I relaxed myself, and allowed him to pull my hands behind my back. I soon felt tape being wrapped around my wrists again. I was then marched back to the room.

“I guess I'll take her,” Jack then offered, looking over at Sam. I could tell by her eyes that she gave him a smile. Ben however did not.

“No, I'll take her,” He then butt in. Tim seemed be okay with this, as he clearly wanted me. Jack clearly look upset, but like Ben, didn't say or do anything. I was trying very hard not to start laughing. At this rate, they'd likely start tearing each other apart before lunch time tomorrow.

Sam likely got the same treatment as I did, although I'm sure Ben was much more gentle with her than Tim was with me. He let out a sigh, and looked in my direction.

“Alright, let's give these lovely ladies some privacy. Have a good sleep you two,” Tim said to us, with a laugh, as he and his friends left the room. We then heard the door lock behind them.

“Mm hmpe hms thh lmst mne stnndnng amtrr thms!” I snapped into my gag. (I hope he's the last one standing after this.)

“Dmd ymu smm thh lnnks nn thmrr fmcns?” Sam then asked me, sounding rather giddy. (Did you see the looks on their faces.)

“Mmm hmm,” I answered. “Jmst m bmt mmrr.” (Just a bit more.)

* * * *


In spite of our current situation, Sam and I were eventually able to drift to sleep. Let me tell you: trying to sleep with your hands bound behind your back is not fun. Drowsiness did eventually win out though, and after a good seven hours we were both woken up by the sun peering through window. Well, that, along with Tim barging in, and yelling at us.

“Wake up sleepy heads. It's time for breakfast!” He announced. Sam and I moaned, as we tried to wake up. He and Ben approached us, and that did more to wake us up than anything else.

“Mmp!” I protested, as I flinched. (All an act of course.)

“Relax, I'm just taking the tape off your mouth,” Tim stated. I nodded, and sat still, as Tim peeled the tape off.

“Thanks,” I said to him.

“You two start fighting again, and it goes back on, and you don't get breakfast, so I suggest you behave yourselves,” He then told us. Sam and I both nodded, although we shot angry glares at each other.

Sam and I were marched out of the room, and to the kitchen where a pot of...something was cooking on the stove. I saw that the table was already set with five bowls as well. Ben took one of the bowls, and began spooning what was now revealed to be oatmeal into it. He then set it down in front of me, as I took my seat. I gave him a smile in response. Tim gave him a glare. Ben gave him a grin.

Tim sat down beside me, and instead of giving me the first bite of my oatmeal, he decided to take his own first. I scowled at him.

“You know, a Gentleman would have offered me my bite first,” I pointed out to him. He turned to me.

“Get used to it, Honey,” He responded. I turned away from him with an appalled look on my face, and I cold tell from this that Ben had finally had enough.

“She's right, you should have given her a bite of Her's first,” He stated. Tim sighed, and looked at his friend.

“How about you worry about your girlfriend, and I'll worry about mine, okay?” Tim suggested.

“She's not your girlfriend,” Ben stated.

“And who are you to tell me that?” Tim asked him, now looking less smug, and more suspicious.

“Someone who promised to take care of her! Unlike you!” Ben snapped. Tim stood up with a look of hatred on his face.

“WHAT ELSE HAVE YOU TWO BEEN TALKING ABOUT BEHIND MY BACK!?” He boomed.

“That's none of your business, Tim!” Ben shouted, now standing up himself. Sam and I just sat there trying to look innocent.

“It is my business! As I told you before: SHE'S MINE!!” Tim shouted back.

“Well, She likes me more!” Ben then contested. On the outside I was terrified, but on the inside I was laughing hysterically. I looked over at Sam, and I could tell she was thinking the same thing as me.

“I got HER for you, Ben!” Tim yelled, and then pointed at Sam.

“Well, maybe She doesn't want Ben!” Jack then added.

“Who's asking you?!” Tim yelled, now looking over at Jack.

“Perhaps she wants to be with me, and not either of you two!” Jack then snapped, now adding in his own input.

“This doesn't concern you, Jack. We gave you the money to help us get them. Your part in this is over, once the week is over!” Tim bellowed.

“I want her!” Jack protested.

“You can't have her!” Tim snapped back. In a fit of rage, jack then picked up his chair, and through it at Tim. It narrowly missed Sam as well. Tim ducked, and...well...you can imagine what happens next. That's right: a fight started.

Larry, Curly, and Mo were soon locked into a brawl of fists, silverware, oatmeal, and anything else that wasn't tied, or nailed down. Sam and I used the chaos to slip away unnoticed.

“That didn't take long,” Sam said, as we had our backs to each other, and began untying our wrists.

“Let's not get too close though, we don't want to get hit,” I reminded her. She nodded, and we both slipped out of harms way behind the corner of a wall. We then peaked around to see how the brawl was going.

“This is better than anything you'll see on WWE,” Sam pointed out, as Ben ducked an incoming chair.

“Just so long as they don't remember that the rifles are close by,” I said, and pointed over to them.

“True,” Sam added.

* * * *

The fight lasted a fair while. Tim had to duck a chair, before breaking one over Jack's back. He fell to the ground, and when he tried to get back up, he flopped back down again.

“Seems Jack's out,” Sam said. I nodded, and continued to watch Tim and Ben go at it. Ben threw a punch at Tim, and Tim returned it. Tim gave his friend a kick to the stomach, and then slammed his forearm over his back. He was out cold as he hit the floor.

Sam and I came out of hiding to see Tim panting heavily. He turned to us, and his rage face quickly changed when he saw that we were no longer bound.

“What the-” He said.

“Thanks for playing our game, Tim,” I said, as I sauntered up to him with ill intentions written all over my face. Sam was busy cackling like The Joker. “This is where the ruse ends,” I then added. Tim was at least smart enough to know where this was going, and took a wild swing at me. I sidestepped, and give him a kick to the back of his head.

Tim fell in a heap on the couch. He then got back up, and made his way over to me again. He was so focused on me, he didn't even think that he was walking right passed Sam. Sam had in fact stuck out her foot, and he tripped over it. Tim fell flat on his face, and this time, he was having some trouble getting back up.

“We didn't know if we could risk escaping, but now I know it would have been only too easy,” I taunted.

“Sure, we could have tried it, but it was so much more fun to twist you idiots against each other,” Sam then added. I gave Tim one more kick to the face, and he was out just like his two...well, former friends by now.

“Sam, shall we truss them up, and then finish our breakfast?” I then asked her.

“I thought you'd never ask,” Sha answered, and we both shared a laugh.

So yeah, we bound and gagged the three morons, and then went back over to the pot of oatmeal in the kitchen. We got out new bowls and spoons, and I then poured us both some. We then sat down to enjoy it.

Soon enough we finally heard the familiar sound of police sirens right outside the cabin. I walked over to the door, and opened it just as Officer Peterson was calling in some people to kick the door down. He had a bewildered look on his face when he saw me standing there with a bowl of oatmeal in my hand.

“What took you so long?” I asked him. He just rolled his eyes, and told his men to stand down. The police then walked inside to see the carnage.

“Hello,” Sam greeted, as she took another spoonful of her breakfast. Officer Peterson could only stare in amazement at what he was looking at. I soon saw Dad walk in as well. He looked quite impressed.

“Told ya,” He said to his friend. Officer Peterson just sighed, and shook his head.

“Yep,” He said, in a flat tone. He then turned to us. “Well, I'm waiting,” He then told us. We then shared our story.

* * * *

the Police took the three men into custody, and also took our statements. Sam's family was very happy to see that she was okay. My Dad was still marveling over the destruction we had caused.

“Katie, you never cease to amaze me,” He said to me, as he gave me a hug.

“That's one way to put it,” Officer Peterson shot, as he turned back to Sam who was giving her statement.

“So, how did you find us?” I then asked.

“Well...” Dad started. So yeah, Dad will be telling his side of what went on during that time now.

[Dad, it's your turn.]

Re: Sailor's daughter: Pretty Faces and Evil Minds (Part 5 posted.)

Postby solarbeast34 » Wed Oct 25, 2017 7:25 pm

Great continuation. I cannot wait to hear the other side of this story.

Re: Sailor's daughter: Pretty Faces and Evil Minds (Part 6 posted.)

Postby Chaos846 » Fri Nov 03, 2017 11:02 am

Part 6: in this part, Jeff learns why Katie didn't return with His Slushie.

----Jeff----

Okay, so I was still at my computer going over a few numbers for work. I should point out that I usually don't spend a lot of time at the plant, and that a fair portion of what I do, is usually done from home. It's nice because it does give me a bit more time to spend with my daughter.

I looked at the clock to see that ten minutes had passed since she and Sam had left the house.

“Guess there's a line,” I mused to myself, and to be fair, given the temperature outside, it was a possibility, so I went back to my numbers.

I had finally finished with my work, and looked at the clock again. I saw that another thirty minutes had gone by, and there was no sign of my daughter. Now I was worried. I walked downstairs to the phone, and gave Martha a call. Perhaps Katie somehow forgot, and went over to Sam's house.

“Hello,” Sam's Mother greeted.

“Hey Martha, it's Jeff,” I greeted back.

“Hi Jeff, something on your mind?” She asked me.

“Are Katie and Sam at your house right now?” I asked back.

“No, I thought they were over at your place,” She answered. “Why, is something wrong?” She then asked, as any Mother would. How do I answer this?

“Well, they were out getting Slushies, and they haven't come back yet,” I said.

“How is that a problem?” Martha asked.

“They left forty minutes ago,” I told her. There was a dreadful pause.

“Do you think something's happened?” She asked, now sounding ready to panic.

“I don't know. Let me go check on something,” I said.

“Okay,” She said, nervously, and we hung up. Sam's Mom knew me well enough that she didn't need to get too worried once I started sniffing out trouble. She was the closest thing to a Mom that Katie had while she was growing up. She knew if anything happened to her daughter, I'd find out, and get her safely home.

I put on my shoes again, and headed down to the store. That's when I saw two things that were very wrong. The first were the three Slushie cups on the pavement, and by the looks of the liquid that had now dried up a bit, one of them was intended to be mine.

The other thing I spotted was a pair of tire marks on the road that indicated someone had drove off in a very big hurry.

“What the hell?” I asked myself. I turned back to the store, and my eye caught something else. I now knew that whoever did this was not particularly bright. I saw that there was a security camera pointed right at the scene. Whatever happened was caught on tape.

“Hey Dale,” I greeted, as I called him up.

“Hi Jeff, what's up,” He greeted back.

“I'd like you to come, and take a look at something at the corner of our street,” I told him.

“That little Gas Station?” He asked, confirming my location.

“Yeah,” I told him.

“Alright, I'll be over,” He said, and we both hung up. It's so nice to be able to bypass those moron operators. Plus, Dale knows I don't call without a good reason.

About ten minutes later, I saw Dale's cruiser pull up next to me.

“Well, what am I looking at?” He asked me, and I pointed him to the scene.

“Katie was getting Slushies with Sam. It's been about forty minutes, and they haven't come back yet. I then head out, and I spotted this,” I explained, as we looked over the scene.

“Yeah, I see what you mean,” He added, putting two and two together himself. We both then entered the store.

“Something I can do for you, Officer,” The Clerk asked.

“Yeah, we have a possible kidnapping that happened right outside your store,” Dale told him. The Clerk looked quite shocked.

“Are you serious!?” He asked.

“Yes, may I see your camera footage from out back?” Dale asked him.

“Yeah, sure,” the clerk stated. “What time?” He then asked. The Officer turned to me.

“What do you think? About an hour ago?” He asked.

“By now, something like that,” I answered.

“Yeah, about an hour ago,” Officer Peterson confirmed. The clerk gathered up his camera footage, and gave it to the Officer.

“Here you go, I hope you find what you need,” The Clerk stated.

“So do I,” Dale responded, and we both left the store.

“How long until you can give me an answer? Cause I have to let Sam's Mom know what's happening too,” I said to him.

“I'll get back to you in about an hour or two, these things can take time,” He answered, as he got back into his car.

“Okay, thanks Dale,” I said. He gave me a quick wave, and drove off. I then called up Martha to deliver her the news as well.

2 hours later...

“It's been about 2 hours,” She told me. She was over at my house, and we were both camped out by my phone waiting for that phone call from Dale.

“Just be pa-” I started, and that's when the phone rang. We both pounced, but I got to it first. “What do ya got, Dale?” I asked. I could swear he was, of all things, laughing.

“Just want to let you you both know, that yes your daughters were taken, but they are in no real danger what-so-ever,” He informed us. Our looks went from worried to puzzled.

“Care to clarify?” I asked him.

“Your daughters were taken by three men, and I know two of them: Tim Kelly, and Ben Henderson ,” e told us. “If anything, your daughters are only in danger of being forced to merry them.”

“You speak as if this has happened before,” I said, as Martha was still trying to process what she had just heard.

“It has. They tried this stunt before a few years ago, and it didn't go very well for them,” Dale explained.

“Do you know where they went?” I asked.

“I have a pretty good idea, as the two of them really aren't too bright, and likely headed back to the same spot as before,” The Officer told us.

“Why do you think that?” I asked.

“Because we never found them then. We only had what their victims told us after they had escaped,” Dale answered. I let out a chuckle.

“Oh, if that's the case, and if I know my daughter as well as I think I do, I think we're going to find the bodies of three guys on the ground by the time we get out there,” I stated.

“Well, we'll see,” Dale said. “It'll take some time for the paperwork to go through, and fight with the bureaucrats. We also need to confirm their location before we can make any real moves as well. We'll likely be able to go rescue them tomorrow morning. All I can ask is that you don't lose any sleep over this.”

“I'll try not too,” Martha said, and yes my phone was on speaker. We said our good-byes, and I think Katie had already covered what happened from there. If you were expecting some grand adventure, I'm sorry, but not all kidnappers are criminal masterminds. Speaking of Katie, I'm turning this back over to her again.

Re: Sailor's daughter: Pretty Faces and Evil Minds (Part 6 posted.)

Postby Steak in a Tree » Thu Nov 09, 2017 12:04 am

The split perspectives add a whole other level of depth to your stories, and I'm loving it. Good stuff in this update.
"They didn't call him 'Einstein' for nothing."
-Albert Einstein

Re: Sailor's daughter: Pretty Faces and Evil Minds (Part 6 posted.)

Postby Chaos846 » Thu Nov 09, 2017 9:33 am

Steak in a Tree wrote:The split perspectives add a whole other level of depth to your stories, and I'm loving it. Good stuff in this update.


I do the best I can. there's one more part coming for this one, and it's on to the next.

Re: Sailor's daughter: Pretty Faces and Evil Minds (Complete.)

Postby Chaos846 » Fri Nov 10, 2017 1:51 pm

final part: In this part, we have girls in bikinis, ropes n gags, and pyrotechnics. What more could you want?

It was mid afternoon on July Forth, and oh boy did we have a big day ahead of us. It was getting close to noon, and I was currently seated on the couch waiting for Uncle Robert to arrive. I was dressed for the occasion in my red bikini top, a pair of my blue gym shorts, and I had a white scrunchie holding my hair in a ponytail. Red, white and blue everybody.

I was really just doing nothing while waiting for my Uncle to arrive. I really couldn't help it though. Dad had graciously tied my hands behind my back, and also tied my feet together. He was also nice enough to gag me with my white headband gag to keep me quiet.

When I heard the doorbell ring a few minutes later, I was pretty sure it wasn't Uncle Robert, as I would have heard his Jeep. It was likely Sam. Dad walked over to the door, and opened it to reveal Sam. She was dressed in a blue tank-top, and white shorts. She decided to leave her hair loose.

“Hey Sam,” Dad greeted.

“Hello Mr. Narrows, hello Katie,” She greeted back.

“Hlloh,” I said to her. She turned her attention to me and grinned.

“So, what did you do this time?” She asked me, in that what-did-you-do type of voice.

“Nnthngg,” I replied, trying to sound innocent.

“Now now, come on Katie. I know you better than anyone else except your Dad,” Sam persisted.

“H jsff wnnp th ftyy llkk thff untll mm Nncll rrvvvss,” I said into my gag.

“You're staying like that till your Uncle arrives?” She guessed, and I nodded yes. She then sat down next to me, and gave me feet a slight tickle. I let out a yelp, retracted my feet, and gave her a stern glare.

“Dnnt dd thht!” I demanded. She just laughed.

“Mind if I join you?” She then asked. I perked up a bit. “Being tied up?” She then added.

“Yll nndd th nnttie mm lggv frrsh,” I stated, and inched my feet towards her to show her the bonds. She began untying them, and as she did, we heard the sound of my Uncle's Jeep right outside. I'm not gonna lie. I kinda pouted a bit. Oh well, at least I didn't have to wait for him any longer.

“Well, so much for that,” Sam said. It's not that uncle Robert hasn't seen us bound and gagged. It's just that, well, we wanted to chat with him. We also needed to start getting stuff ready. Sam had just finished untying me, and I had just took the gag out of my mouth when the door opened to reveal my Uncle. He and Dad greeted each other, and he then turned to us.

“I wish I could have seen what started this,” I said, as he looked at the evidence.

“Nothing to see here,” I stated. He snorted and walked up to me.

“How you doin, Princess?” He greeted, and gave me a hug.

“I'm doing well,” I responded.

“How about you Sam?” He then asked.

“I'm doing well. I'm looking forward to dinner,” She said.

“Oh, that reminds me,” Dad said, and had us follow him into the kitchen. What happened next won my Dad the open-mouth-insert-foot award. He opened the fridge, and pulled out a package of chicken we were going to grill.

“Just get a load of these breasts!” He stated, with an ugly grin. Yeah, that's about four hundred pounds of wrong right there, and given the look on his face, it had to be intentional. Sam and I looked at each other, and burst out laughing. My Uncle just narrowed his eyes. It's almost as if he was expecting my Dad to say something like that.

“I think your Wife's were better,” My Uncle finally told him. This only made Sam and I laugh harder. My Dad just shrugged.

“Yeah, well these ones cost a hell of a lot less,” He stated. My Uncle nodded.

“True,” He said.

“Alright, let's start getting stuff set up outside,” Dad suggested, now trying to change the subject, as well as the activity. As we followed Him and my uncle to the back porch to bring the grill around to the front yard, Sam looked over at me.

“I'll never be able to look at a package of chicken the same way ever again,” She whispered, while trying to hold back more laughing.

“I know,” I squeaked back, trying to do the same.

* * * *

So, after the event involving a bad choice of words, we began setting up our food area to the right hand side of the porch. Uncle Robert was pulling out a couple tables, one in each hand I might add, and began setting those up. Dad was starting up the grill while Sam and I wear pulling out condiments like ketchup, mustered, etc.

“Hi guys!” We heard from next door. We turned to see Lucy heading towards us. She had on a blue tank top, and her blue track pants. Her pants had a white stripe down each leg, and she decided to wear red scrunchies on either wrist. I guess it was to include the color.

“Hi Lucy!” We all greeted, as she walked up to us.

“Should we start bringing stuff over?” She asked.

“Uh, not quite yet, but we're getting there,” Dad answered.

So here's the plan. Dad and I were providing Chicken, burgers, and hotdogs off the grill, as well as their respective buns, and condiments to go with them. Sam's Family was bringing over a homemade coleslaw that was made in heaven, and then passed down to her here on Earth. At least that's what we're all lead to believe.

Lucy's Family brought over some potato salad, along with Jell-O for desert, so yeah, we were completely set as far as food went. Once that first patch of chicken hit the grill, Lucy, and Sam knew it was time to go get the rest of the goodies.

A few hours later...

When it comes to fireworks, most people tend to pick and chose what they want to set off. My Uncle of course had to be the odd man out. He walks up to the clerks at three different firework stalls, and hands them each a one hundred dollar bill. He then tells them,

“Just give me what's good for this.”

So yeah, we had quite a show of big booms, and good food. Naturally we took precautions to keep the two separated. No one likes bits of fireworks in their food after all. It had also gotten a bit colder, so I went back inside to throw on my white cardigan, and then rejoined the fun.

BOOM! BOOBOOMOOM!

Another set of mortars lit up the sky as my Uncle, Mr. Parker, and Mr. Wolff lit off three triple mortars all at the same time.

“That was an awesome set of colors!” Uncle Robert cheered, as he enchained high fives with his two cohorts. We then heard the sound of another set being launched off from a fair distance away, and we turned to watch it.

“Ours was better!” My Uncle then yelled in that general direction. It got a chuckle out of most of us. He then looked over at me. He then walked up to me.

“Oh, you want me to do the next one?” Asked him. He just nodded. “Okay, sure,” I said, and took hold of the lighter. I took out the next mortar, and loaded it into the tube. Lucy, and Sam both joined me respectively. Sam then gave us the countdown.

“Okay, three, two, one, go,” She stated, and once those fuses were lit, all three of us backed up. We were soon treated to a scene of red, white, and blue flashes across the sky, and the booms to go with um. It was a wonderful evening.

A couple days later.

Dad, and I were on our way to Linda's house, as she was finally back from England again. Lucy and Sam were joining us. Linda had mentioned she was bringing back a special surprise when we last spoke with her, so you can imagine we were kind of anxious to see what it was.

Dad pulled into the driveway, parked the truck, and we all got out. The door was answered by Linda who allowed us inside, and she wasn't alone. There was someone else with her. Someone we actually knew very well from our game nights.

“Oh my, hi Megan,” I greeted. Yes, Linda's Cousin Megan was doing some visiting of her own. I knew it was her simply because we have web cams, and see each other's faces all the time. Which kinda ruins the whole “face reveal” thing, but never the less. I was not expecting to see her here.

“Hi Katie,” She greeted back. Sam and Lucy greeted her in much the same manner as well. “It's so wonderful to meet you all in person,” She stated.

“Likewise,” My Dad said.

“Ah, Mr. Narrows,” She greeted to him, and shook his hand. “You're a bit taller than I was expecting,” she then added. Dad snorted.

“Wait till you see Robert,” He said, and we all snickered. Linda's Parents then joined us as well, and exchanged their greetings as well.

“So how long are you staying?” Lucy asked her.

“I'm here for the whole rest of the Summer,” Megan stated, in a proud tone.

“Nice,” Sam said. This summer just kept getting better and better.