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Post by texican on Jun 14, 2019 21:20:57 GMT -6
Thanks WillC for the long chapter....
Texican....
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Post by 9idrr on Jun 14, 2019 21:27:19 GMT -6
To my mind, the girls are showin' a remarkable amount of restraint in not conspirin' with our boys' mothers to put more pressure on 'em to settle down and start families.
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Post by willc453 on Jun 15, 2019 0:30:21 GMT -6
To my mind, the girls are showin' a remarkable amount of restraint in not conspirin' with our boys' mothers to put more pressure on 'em to settle down and start families. After Kathleen talked with Shadow's Mom that one time, ever think she made note of the number he called? And remember, while the boys try spending what time they can with the girls, the girls have a lot of unsupervised time on their hands. And EVERYONE should know by now, how sneaky girls & mothers can be. Thing is, the girls know the boys are kind of skittish after Annabelle & Ginger did their job on them, so perhaps the girls are taking it slow and easy with them slowly coaxing the boys in bit by bit? Kind of like trying to bring in a 10 pound catfish on 2 pound line. And the girls know the boys care for them, but they're just not ready to say how much due to Annabelle and Ginger past behavior towards them. Once bitten, twice shy. The boys will soon be graduating, doing their thing in trying to bring basic medical/dental care to the poor in central/south American countries. They may even give seed money to people so they can start some small businesses down there. Then there's their boyhood friend Albert who's now a Navy Seal, them having to deal with some Allah Akbar fellows, trying to get hired at Gold Coast or at least sell them their D&D modules, then there's where will the boys spend Christmas during their 3rd year in college? With the girls and their parents or with their own families? This and other things coming in future chapters.
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Post by willc453 on Jun 15, 2019 0:35:22 GMT -6
Thanks WillC for the long chapter.... Texican…. Actually, it's not that long...like 7-8 pages? I could of kept writing with the ideas I told 9idr about, but if I had, I'd of probably kept writing till I had 20+ pages and still not have written everything up and not have submitted something for another week or two.
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Post by texican on Jun 16, 2019 0:49:04 GMT -6
Thanks WillC for the long chapter.... Texican…. Actually, it's not that long...like 7-8 pages? I could of kept writing with the ideas I told 9idr about, but if I had, I'd of probably kept writing till I had 20+ pages and still not have written everything up and not have submitted something for another week or two. WillC, And just what are you doing at 1:35 am? Nothing very exciting it seems.... Just like me.... Texican....
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Post by willc453 on Jul 11, 2019 19:47:46 GMT -6
The Affected: The Shadow Chapter 39
Now the thing is, once Thanksgiving is over, here comes Christmas and we were in a kind of a quandary about this. We talked it over right after Thanksgiving and wondered if the girls would mind us spending Christmas with their folks? Now Thanksgiving is a special kind of holiday to us, getting together and all that as a family. But Christmas? That's a REALLY special holiday. We knew their folks liked us, but having us with them on that day? Then of course, there was our folks who might not be happy with us not being there, girlfriends or not. Well, about three weeks before that day, we got up the courage to ask the girls if it would be okay if we spent Christmas with them. In all honesty, we thought we were being really forward, if not down right kind of pushy in asking them this. They said no problem as they were going to ask us.....but with THEIR families instead of just the four of us together! But now it was time to tell our Moms, something we did NOT look forward to. We were glad we could call them instead of having to actually face and tell them. Yeah, we were such cowards that the Cowardly Lion looked like a superhero compared to us. Talk about a let down. They basically said the same thing: of course dear, we understand. Those are such NICE girls. Aaron and I laughed at each other because we had made such a big deal about it all and no blow up from our Moms? Made us happy....that is until we realized we had to get the girls some sort of Christmas present or presents. And what about their folks? Do we get them some or one? This was all new and unknown territory to us.
Remember those drawings we did of the girls and their dads? We started working on two more, but this time the girls, their parents and the ranch hands would be in them. And they were NOT small drawings either, being four feet long and three feet wide. Now we remembered everyones names that worked there, but ever try to remember what someone looks like? We hit the nothingness and light, taking a bunch of photos of everyone so we'd have everything done right. When we weren't in school, doing homework; we slaved over those drawings. Didn't bother helping the FBI and Interpol either. We had everyone not only in old western type clothing, but everyone had a gun either on their hip or in their hands and that included the ladies. The girls and their parents were mounted on horses on each side of their ranch hands, though the ranch hands whom were between them, were different in each painting. We were trying to show how close the two families were if that makes any sense. And again, they were done in septa because we wanted them to look like some old time photo. This involved so much work that we didn't play any D&D games either with our friends or the girls and their friends. Of course they wanted to know why and we said sorry, but it's a surprise. Worked so hard on them that we didn't go see the girls even when they called, asking if we'd like to come over. And yeah we would of, but we were on a real time crunch in trying to get the drawings done. Then we had to find something really special for the girls, you know, to let them know how special they were to us. I mean, we figured we had enough money to buy the Hope diamond, but in a case like this, less is more. Thing is, we're sweating bullets because we really hadn't thought of something really special for the girls. Remember how I wrote we were both taking CAD and 3D printing classes at school? Well, we ended up making four D&D figures, of us and the girls using their and our favorite figures for the basis of the figures, but with our heads on the figures. Boy, that was tough, but we learned a lot because Carol came over to help us out. We offered to pay her for her time as it was extra work for her, but she said no, reminding us of those drawings we had given her earlier.
Well, we hoped the girls would like the figures and a few years down the road, she (Carol) and her future boyfriend (later, her husband) started their own business doing the same thing for people, charging premium prices. We gave them seed money to buy the equipment and programs they needed to start their business. Now since Aaron was a better artist than I, he'd get photos via email from them from time to time and help them out with the heads, put the programs on a thumb drive and mail it back to them. Now as they were fantasy figures, we'd print some of them up on our resin printers and after being cleaned up by Aaron, I'd paint 'em. This was how we later on got into not only making our own designed figures and monsters, but starting one of several companies that would mass produce them in tin in several central and south American countries. And yes, we paid decent wages which was much more than they would of made, but with us still making a profit from each one. All were originally sold thru Ebay, but then we got a couple of big toy and game distributors making massive orders, so we ended up not selling thru Ebay. But what ticked us off was China, Thailand and Vietnam not recognizing trade marks, with them making cheaper knock offs of our products. Which meant not only did we lose money on possible sales, but our production had to go down because of these cheaper priced knock offs. For a little bit, we thought we might have to cut back on our employees hours which wasn't their fault. We didn't get mad....we got even. They wouldn't listen to our complaints about this and it took us awhile to find and track down those people and their factories. Imagine the owners and employees surprise when they found ALL their equipment that was used to make copies of our stuff was gone! The SECOND time they tried doing this, we really went after them. This time ALL of their equipment was not only taken, but all office furniture, computers, etc. too. And while they were wondering what the heck happened this time, we got busy taking all their cars and bicycles too out in the parking lot! Word got passed and when we sent a second email complaint to company, the copying of our figures stopped.
Now due to Carols words, we knew the girls would like the figures, but we wanted something to show them how we felt about them in a different way. So we hit the internet and started looking at jewelry. Some we could order with no problem, other wise we could hit the nothingness/light and go to a country for what we wanted. Then I found it. Had Aaron take a look at what I had found and he said let's do it. Ended up going to two different rest areas in Utah, where some Navajo's sold their jewelry to people, along with what they could online. Kathleen got a really nice silver and turquoise necklace with the main turquoise being almost as big as a golf ball and a set of silver and turquoise earrings. We also got the girls each a turquoise ring of different designs and all we could do was hope they'd fit their fingers. At the other place, Aaron found Tammy a really nice silver and turquoise necklace, kind of like Cleopatra would wear, it was that big. And of course, earings. Thing is we both stopped dead in our tracks when we saw it. It was a figure of a man playing a flute who reminded us of Pan and thought it was some sort Indian take on Pan. In talking with this guy, find out this is one of the Navajo gods who's called Kokopelli. What mattered to us was this god was a musician, just like us. We got one each for the girls and hoped they wouldn't mind getting the same gift. We also got stuff for our Moms and sisters, but mailed them to our Dads after calling them what was coming their way. Our brothers and Dads got gift cards.
We got some white, cardboard gift boxes of different sizes from Dollar Tree along with a lot of tissue paper and bubble wrap to put the jewelry and figures in and of course wrapping paper. We were exhausted and next thing I know my phone's ringing and it's not only Kathleen, but she, Tammy and their folks were wondering where were we? It was afternoon of Christmas Eve and we had said we'd be there some time around noon?! Had her tell everyone we were delayed in leaving town (which was true due to our oversleeping) and that you'd pick us up at the airport not far from their place. And to take one of the large, 9 passenger SUV's with the third seat down. Thing is, we still had to take the time to wrap the two drawings with gift paper which wasn't the problem. We didn't have any tape to hold the wrapping paper in place or time to get any! However, we did have duct tape..... More time used with us getting ready to meet everyone, then packing our bags. Of course, we took our regular clothes, but we were wearing our suits that we had bought in Hong Kong earlier and dress shoes from Payless shoes as we weren't sure how to dress for such an occasion. The girls were a little unhappy that they had been waiting for us for about twenty minutes when we walked out of one of the airports hangars, but they got kind of excited and filled with curiosity when they saw us carrying our gifts.
Some times if it's not one thing, it's another and in this matter, the SUV died on us on the way back to Kathleen's place! Kathleen pulls over to the side of the road, with us popping the hood with the idea maybe the two of us can figure out what's wrong and maybe fix it. Thing is, we had NO tools. We had fixed up and got The Wolfmobile running but once we saw the engine, gave up because it had some kind of turbo thing on the engine with everything run by a bunch of computer chips while The Wolfmobile never had any of that stuff. We told the girls this and they didn't blame us in any way, though we felt bad in that we had let them down in some way. Tammy called her folks, explained what happened, with them sending a mechanic in another SUV, along with a tow bar in case he couldn't get it running. But this would take maybe an hour or so to get to us and it was getting late, though not dark. This is when I took off for Germany for beer the girls liked, along with a small ice chest, ice, paper plates, bottled water, cheese, fancy crackers, sausages and from Italy, two kinds of stuffed green olives. Then back home to get a knife to cut the sausages and cheese up with. Now being late, there was no traffic and we're sitting on the tailgate of the SUV for about twenty minutes when a couple in their pickup truck sees us, pulls over, then asking if we need help. They're the girls age, maybe a little older. The girls explain what happened and the guy says if we want, he'll take a look at it. Works for us as nothing ventured, nothing gained. We go with him in case he needed any help and maybe learn something ourselves. Remember, since losing The Wolfmobile, we hadn't bought another vehicle or even rented one. The man, whose name was Manic Mechanic and his girlfriend was Modgirl. He had a small tool box which he used while checking things out. What he did do was talking to himself a lot, though at times it sounded more like he was talking to the engine. We don't know how he did it, but in less than five minutes, he figured out one of the chips “gave up the ghost” as he put it, but able to pull another chip from another part of the engine and with Kathleen in the drivers seat, the engine started right up! We knew better than to offer him money, but they had no problem eating the snacks I'd gotten, along with having two beers. Tammy called her folks saying they were back on the road and to tell the ranch hand, which they did. Well, the girls and we introduced ourselves when they first showed up and without thinking, Aaron and I said it may be hard to believe, but we're from New York City. Got stared at on that one, then they both laughed, realizing we were pulling their legs. Well, Modgirl left Tammy her business card and apparently she's the manager of some big cow ranch here in Texas. They took off and we headed for Kathleen's place with Tammy's folks already there, waiting to pick her and Aaron up.
We're taken to Kathleen's place first, with us getting dropped off with me and a ranch hand carrying the drawing we had done for her folks. Another ranch hand carried my other presents, though Kathleen did her best in wanting to “help me”. I said no way as no doubt in my mind, you're going to try shaking them in trying to guess what's in them and if you do that, you just might break them. She thought I was joking till she saw my face and that REALLY drove her crazy with curiosity. Aaron did the same thing with Tammy and her wanting to “help him”. We then put the presents under their tree, though we had to prop the canvas up against a wall near it. Both Moms had a bad case of curiosity and laughed when I told them why the duct tape was there. Ted (Kathleen's dad) said if it can't be fixed with a hammer or duct tape, it can't be fixed. For Christmas Eve dinner, there was a cow and a pig on spits, along with salad and other goodies such as their mothers making a big batch of potato and macaroni salad as they knew how we liked it so much. We were also both told to get into “normal” clothing as this wasn't a formal affair. Well, something raised my suspicions in how Kathleen was acting as she went back into the house, so I followed her. She was headed straight for the Christmas tree and the presents! I said ahem in a loud voice, she kind of jumped, twirled around (a VERY pleasant sight in that loose dress of hers) and said she was just admiring the Christmas tree. That's when Martha (her mom) walked in, saying she was such a liar?! No doubt she wanted to check out my presents and not only that, when she was a kid, she had the bad habit of sneaking downstairs right after midnight because according to her, it was technically Christmas Day and okay to open the presents?! Kathleen's face not only got really red, she also didn't deny it either. We all walked back outside to the barbeque and food with Kathleen in front of us who was quite unhappy about this turn of events. Would you believe it, but Tammy tried the same thing, with Aaron walking her back outside to their barbeque. That's when Mildred (Tammy's mom) told Aaron how Tammy did the same thing when she was a little girl though neither mother ever figured out which daughter first came up with this “technicality” of theirs.
After supper, those that had them, played their instruments. Since I didn't think to bring any, I did do a lot of dancing with Kathleen without stepping on her feet once. Well, everything that wasn't eaten got either put away or taken by the single ranch hands. I made sure I got a cooler full of ice cold bottled water. Now Martha had told Ted what Kathleen had tried doing with Ted coming to me, saying you do know she's still going to go for her “technicality” don't you? I said no problem, got that covered. Everyone went to bed around eight pm, with Kathleen and I going to our own rooms with us talking via the nothingness for a bit. And I waited till I saw her via a shadow set her alarm clock to two am. She thought she was being sneaky....not. Well she layed down on her bed and once I was sure she was asleep, dropped her and her bed into the nothingness where I kept her till six am. Boy, was she mad when she woke up a couple of hours later, letting me know this as I kept her nothingness connected to some of mine under my bed. She also used A LOT of really bad language. My reply was if my Mom had heard me saying those kinds of words, why I'd of gotten TWO bars of soap scrapped on my teeth EVERY day until I qualified for social security. This set her off even more. Told her that I'd wake her up at 6 and make sure she's on her bed. Well, come six am, she's on her bed and up a daisy I go putting her and her bed back in her bedroom. I slept pretty good myself after making a quick side trip to a Walmart before it closed and going to bed. Well, take a shower, get dressed and go downstairs to meet her folks and the rest of her family. Ted and Martha look at me in surprise, with Ted asking how I did it. When I asked what, it was how come Kathleen wasn't already down here going thru her presents before anyone else was up? I held up a piece of paracord and said all the bedroom doors open inwards and with paracord having a three hundred and fifty pound breaking strength, there's NO WAY she'd be able to open her door with it tied to the doors doorknob and the banister. All her family started laughing and even more so when Kathleen came down. She didn't say a word, but if looks were daggers, I'd of had more daggers in my poor body than a porcupine has quills.
Of course, everyone was dying of curiosity about the big whatever it was I had brought. Ted and Martha opened it and she started crying which made me feel bad till I realized she was overwhelmed by it. Then told them how Bob and Mildred got one just like it, but their ranch hands were in the center of that canvas. Kathleen really liked the jewelry, along with her Mom too. Then passed Kathleen the two boxes with our D&D figures. Told her that we hoped you girls would like them. The figures were eight inches tall and we'd of made them taller, but that was max height for printing them. She got my figure first and it took her a little bit to realize this was more than one of my favorite 28mm figures and characters. Once she realized it had a copy of my head and face on it, she was quick to show it to everyone. Then she went to open my second gift, with me telling her it wasn't a dragon. Or a bugbear. Though maybe it was a snoopybeast, you know, the kind that goes looking in things she shouldn't be looking at. The family laughed with her face turning red again, but she did stick her tongue out at me. When she saw her figure, she realized right off the bat who it was and let out a gasp. Growled to me, saying come over here and when I did, she stood up and gave a major smooch right in front of her family. They didn't seem to mind, then showing it off to everyone explaining what the figures were. They were quick to realize what I had hoped to tell Kathleen how I felt about her. Now truth is, I hadn't planned or thought of getting anything from her family as this was a FAMILY get together. This was when Ted asks why I hadn't opened my presents and all I could say was hunh? I got four. The first was a Colt .45 caliber revolver, the same kind used in westerns. The next was a belt loaded with ammo in its loops, but it was missing its buckle. That was solved when Katherine gave me her present: a buckle made to hold the holster and belt with the words Double Ugly on it! Ted and Martha got me the pistol, holster and ten boxes of ammo for the pistol. Ted said I needed a pistol to go along with the 30-30 I had gotten earlier that year. I gave Kathleen a good smooch back. Well, we then went to the kitchen where the ladies made breakfast for us. Four eggs over easy, half a pound of home made bacon, half a gallon of REAL milk and two pancakes with lots of butter and actual maple syrup. Thing is, this didn't raise an eyebrow or two, because Ted and the ranch hands put in a lot of hard, physical work and burned off a lot of calories because of this. After everyone got everything something to eat, we just sat in the kitchen talking about how things were going on the ranch. Then Ted said, okay everyone, time for the family photo and they all went walking out while I remained at the kitchen table. About a minute later, Kathleen comes back, asking if I was okay. I said I'm really happy about being here and she then asks why wasn't I out there with them for the family photo?! I said hunh and that's when she told me daddy has NEVER given a gun to anyone that she knows of. Why do you think he gave you and your brother those 30-30's and now, the pistol and rest of that gear? All I could say was oh and then she said was it because of those two, meaning Annabelle and Ginger? I said maybe, but you and your family are nothing like them and besides, we never did meet their folks. So she said, come on, it's time for OUR family Christmas photo. Got the photo of us together emailed to me, which I later emailed to our folks along with the suggestion we do the same instead of a bunch of individual photos like we had always done. They did that starting the following Christmas.
The next day, Aaron and Tammy came over and he too got a pistol, etc., along with his buckle saying Short Round. Of course, we wanted to shoot them with not only the four of us going to their range, but with Ted and Bill joining us, bringing a bunch of their guns. And when I say their guns, I mean the girls had their own too, including those people call “assault rifles”, though they only shot one bullet at a time, but at a much faster pace than our 30-30's or pistols. They all beat the snot out of us when it came to shooting, but then we really hadn't done much since our last trip here either. They tried helping us do better, but it didn't help. But when Bill said it proves we're from New York City as everyone KNOWS those people don't know anything about guns unless you're a gangbanger. The two of them laughed, but Aaron and I looked at each other and the girls caught us looking at each other. They said their Dads didn't mean anything by it and we told them the truth: that we knew they didn't, but maybe we're doing this shooting thing all wrong. So me and Aaron walked a little bit away from them and did some talking. When we came back, their Dads apologized for laughing at us and we told them we weren't offended at all. And if you don't mind, please tell everyone you know we're from New York City. Got our pistols out and when I said ready, we pulled the triggers quick as we could, hitting our targets in the center which was about the size of a fifty cent piece from a hundred feet or so away. They were flabbergasted considering how we basically missed the targets in the beginning and now....? Then they wanted to know if we had been pulling a joke on them as far as being bad shots like we were in the beginning? We said no, with Aaron saying we'd talked things over and realized what we were doing wrong. Then we shot the targets again, this time with our shots within a twenty-five cent piece. When the girls asked if we'd like to shoot their AR-15's, OH YEAH! Once again, poor shooting at our targets about one hundred yards or so away. Back to huddling with them hearing only part of our conversations of no, no, no, not that one, how about this one, no, no, etc. We finally found what we were looking for and during that time, the girls suggested maybe rifles weren't our thing. We just looked at them, taking their loaded rifles. Go up to the firing line and Aaron did the count of on a one, on a two, on a three and when he said three, we REALLY started shooting. Thing is, none of them expected us to be moving like we were. Like leaning to the left or right, suddenly squatting, kicking a leg up in the air like we were kungfu fighting. EVERY ONE of our bullets not only hit the targets, but strikes (or whatever they're called) was in an area the size of our palms. Their dads wanted to know what the h*ll kind of shooting we were doing because they figured we were trying to show off like some gangbangers in a movie. When they said that, we realized we hadn't taken the time to explain to them what we were going to and apologized.
Aaron explained that even though we worked really hard on those figures for the girls, we needed Kathleen's cousin Carol to get the CAD drawings right, then more help printing them in resin. On our way here, we realized we were trying too hard and it was the same when we went to shoot our pistols. They didn't understand. I said, you know we're pretty good musicians, right? They nodded and we said we started looking at the CAD program with its different lines as lines on a sheet of music paper and in order to get what we wanted printed, we had to connect those alphabetic letters as notes. It became apparent to us it was the same way with shooting. Our front sight was our main note or beat and we needed to connect it to the other notes, which eventually would lead us to hitting our targets like we did. They still didn't understand about the other notes and I said look downrange and tell us what you see. They told us about the tree, the wind blowing the grass, etc. I said you're only seeing a small part of what we see. I said look at the grass....it's not moving in synchronization as one thing, but moving in hundreds or maybe thousands of different ways. Which tells us how the wind is really blowing. We asked if we could shoot the girls rifles again and they said yes, this time showing us how to reload the clips and put them in the rifles. We later learned they were called magazines, though we never found out why. This time when we shot, no fancy moves and our bullets hit and area pretty much within a fifty cent piece. We spent four days going back and forth between both families before taking off. The girls said they'd give us a ride back to Amarillo to catch our flight back home as they had to go back to work themselves. And we'd stay with them overnight for a couple of days after they got off work. As for New Years Eve and Day, that we spent together with us going to different countries to celebrate it several times over. Then it was back to the grind of our final year of school.
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Post by 9idrr on Jul 11, 2019 20:28:11 GMT -6
Thank you, sir. Never expected to see Manic and Modgirl show up here.
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Post by texican on Jul 11, 2019 23:46:32 GMT -6
WillC,
Thanks for the chapter....
Seems like the boys have found second homes and families....
Texican....
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Post by willc453 on Jul 12, 2019 1:19:04 GMT -6
Thank you, sir. Never expected to see Manic and Modgirl show up here. Yeah....that kind of came to me when I was writing that chapter. Figured he could of been out on some emergency fix it call and since neither story says where they actually live.... As for other chapters/stories, those interested go to plot ideas where I've written a little bit about what's coming next.
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Post by texican on Jul 12, 2019 12:20:39 GMT -6
Thank you, sir. Never expected to see Manic and Modgirl show up here. Yeah....that kind of came to me when I was writing that chapter. Figured he could of been out on some emergency fix it call and since neither story says where they actually live.... As for other chapters/stories, those interested go to plot ideas where I've written a little bit about what's coming next. Got a meme showing half a dozen or so blacks that had been jumping up and down on a totaled police car with "liberated goods" in their hands, while a dozen or more are standing around the police car. Of course they all have big smiles. The meme says this is why you need an AR-15 BEFORE something like this happens or words to that effect. My diorama would show the same blacks on the police car, etc., but this time they're surrounded by zombie police with the blacks saying: halp, halp, de police are tryin' to eat us. Think this would be a good sound coming from under the police car. WillC, Now that would be interesting.... Texican....
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Post by willc453 on Jul 14, 2019 0:37:42 GMT -6
With the way things turned out between Dad & I, haven't touched my modeling stuff since June of last year. Just no interest. But ya can't keep a die hard glue sniffer down, so been working on getting stuff together and hopefully, will have everything set up and ready to go in another day or two. Even though I haven't been building, I have been buying stuff. Got some zombie figures, one which includes a zombie police lady, along with some resin zombie soldiers. Got a couple boxes of SWAT cops that I can modify some as zombies. 2 semi trucks w/trailers, a golf cart and about 6 boxes of polymer clay. Got some rollers which I'll use to make bricks on the clay, then make silicone molds of them as some of the houses/buildings will have brick exteriors. 6x6's from WW 2 to present day and some Humvee's and about 12 boxes of modern military figures. And a couple of boxes of bottles....you know, for the liquor/beer in that one diorama. Also a bunch of MRE, C rats, etc. stuff I'm going to copy. I have 3 file cabinets FILLED with stuff and TWO big boxes with kits I've been buying since last year. And still have some other stuff coming in. IF things go right, Dads estate will be settle by mid August. Then it's time to go shopping for that used class A motorhome and once I have one, I'm outta here for awhile. Want to hit Oregon/Idaho BEFORE winter hits. Attachments:
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Post by texican on Jul 18, 2019 0:28:43 GMT -6
WillC,
Now that the boys are finished with Thanksgiving, Christmas and New Years, don't you think that some hijinks is in order....
Texican...
ps: How about some pics of our action figures....
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Post by willc453 on Jul 18, 2019 3:17:57 GMT -6
The Affected: The Shadow Chapter 40
When we went back to school after our New Years celebration with the girls, we REALLY buckled down in studying. We cut our games to two a month instead of every weekend. One for our people at school on Saturday, the other for the girls and their friends on Sunday. We also told everyone ahead of time why it had to be this way, using school for our reasons, though the girls suspected other wise as they knew we were involved in some kind of business with their dads who wouldn't talk about it.. We were pretty busy as it was, helping those changed we had rescued, dealing with those from base zeta, those company CEO's and government officials. Even so, we started losing weight again and the girls got on us about it. Now we weren't helping the FBI or Interpol either unless it dealt with those involved with kiddie porn or trafficking in young children, whether it was boys or girls. We not only took care of the head people, but all the small minnows if you will too. They ALL got sent to the volcano, while the kids suddenly appeared at various FBI or Interpol places with a brief note about the kids and that evil and wicked had been dealt with. Harshly.
Well, we did it....we were done with school having passed our finals and now it was time to graduate. With all that had been happening with and to us in those three years since being changed, we didn't graduate with all A's as we had hoped. Instead it was almost a fifty fifty of B's and C's with a couple of A's. But bottom line was we did have our degrees. Thing is, when you get your college degree, it doesn't say anything other than your name, the college you went to for it and what your degree was in....nothing about your grades during that time. What help us was us helping Dr. Berlioz in his classes and the extra credit we got for that.
We called the girls first of course, asking if they'd come out for this which they said yes. Then asked if their folks wouldn't mind coming out too and was told they'd of been crushed if they hadn't considering the number of times we've been out to their place, along with coming out for Christmas. Besides, it would give them time to meet our folks. Called our folks and course they were coming out, however not the way we had thought. We offered to pay for their airfare, hotel room, etc. but they declined, saying they'd drive out a day before graduation, getting a motel room, etc. I did some quick thinking and the next day, we told them that a gamer friend (which was true) worked at a really fancy hotel. And would you believe it, we were able to get three days there at his employee discount? AND because of this, we already paid for their rooms. Our moms kind of sniffled, saying we were such good boys. Now remember, I wasn't lying as I did say “would you believe it” ahead of continuing my sentence. Since they hadn't made reservations yet, this wasn't a problem. Thing is, we made sure they paid for NOTHING while staying at that hotel and the head of the place told them everything was already taken care of. Tammy and Kathleen's folks flew in and by strange co-incidence stayed at the same hotel. Of course, our folks knew the girls and got to meet their parents. Then Aaron and I had supper with all of them. The next day graduation got done and we took three sets of photos. Us with our folks, us with Tammy and Kathleen's folks, then one of all of us together. Remember that saying no good deed goes unpunished?
We hear a voice calling our names, we turn around and it's Dr. Berlioz and not only that, he's got doctors Andre Previn, Simon Rattle and Elfrida Andre....you know, the ones from Julliard's school of music, Curtis Instrument of Music and the Manhattan School of Music!? Dr. Berlioz wanted to thank us for helping him out so much in his music class. Not only that, but he had SIX students who were accepted to perform at the schools in hopes of getting FULL scholarships. Tells us in all the years he's taught music, he's NEVER had ANY student given such an offer...until we came into his life. Well, that made us feel good and we told him we were glad that we could help him out. Thing is, our moms wanted to know more about this, with the doctor explaining how we met, but at least he didn't mention Annabelle and Ginger being there. But the girls had sour expressions when our past experience with Annabelle and Ginger came up as they knew this was when we were going with those two and before meeting them. Then the other three told them how others from their schools tried getting us to go to their schools while we were in junior and high school. Oh boy....you see, we had never told our folks about this. I mean, we figured why bother because after all, we did turn down those offers way back then? Then our moms were REALLY on us for not taking such offers and why hadn't we told them about it? Aarons mom went after him in Korean, she was so....I dunno, disappointed in him? She has a tendency to speak Korean when she gets really excited. But our dads stepped up, telling our moms to let it go. They're NOT your BOYS any more....they're MEN and they should know and realize by now the consequences of their actions. Our moms didn't like this, but did quit riding us about it. The girls and their parents just stood their kind of stunned because we had never said anything about this and the only thing they really knew was we could play music. Then THEY talked about us not only playing at their places, but wining first and second prizes at the county fair! Well, Aarons dad said all of this was new to him and the rest of our folks and it sounds like you boys are tens when it comes to playing. I said no sir, some people can be tens, but we're a hundred on that kind of scale. He thought we were bragging until he saw our serious faces.
Any way, neither of us could believe it, but those people were STILL hoping we'd go to their schools as instructors and looked so disappointed when once again, we said no. That's when Dr. Berlioz kind of played dirty, asking if we really wanted to turn down these offers, because look what we had done for his students.....and wouldn't we want others to be the best they could be as musicians? That made us feel kind of bad inside, because after all, hadn't we not only helped them, but Hector? Then came the curve ball....he said he could tell by our expressions we were still not interested, but how about going to at least ONE of them on a part time basis like we had with his students? After all, you've got your diplomas and with summer just starting..... Those three hadn't thought of this and the bidding war started up again, again to the surprise of everyone there. I said my brother and I gotta talk this over for a bit, if you don't mind and we walked away from everyone. When we came back, we said we talked it over and this is our offer on the table, take it or leave it. We'll take five hundred dollars EACH per class, which was to run four hours ONLY per class and ONLY one day a week during the summer or until some time in September when to us, school has always started. We wanted first class airline seats to the first school and after that, we'd make our own transportation arrangements. We expect to be housed in separate rooms at your schools or if you want, at some motel near by. Also we get fed for free either at the schools cafeteria or at the motel because we just graduated from school and we're sure you know how most graduates are broke or close to it. When we mentioned separate rooms and looked at the girls, they KNEW the real reason for that one and just smiled those sabre tooth lady smiles at us. As for Ted and Bill, they about choked when we said this as they KNEW the amount of money we had been funneling thru the two of them. And the girls at least had an idea of the money we had because we'd taken them out more than once to eat at another country. Well, those three doctors were shocked when we added how about all three? Oh, they were quick to agree. So we were to take off for two weeks, with us first going to Dr. Elfrida Andre's school. It was agreed that we'd visit each school on Monday, Wednesday and Friday.
Now our folks had heard us play when we were in junior and high school, but hadn't heard us play after we graduated from high school. Then Dr. Berlioz threw us another curve ball, asking our folks if they'd like to hear us play and of course, our moms did. Giving us their mom THAT LOOK. Dr. Berlioz says boys, in watching your mothers expressions, they REALLY have no idea what you two can do, do they? Well, we kind of looked down at the ground and shuffled our feet, when the girls put their arms around one of ours, saying you KNOW you're going to do this, aren't you? After all, they ARE your mothers and raised you. Between our mom giving us those looks and the girls doing their thing on us, we said yes. Man, we weren't even fierce sabre tooth kittens at times like this. Of course, Dr. Berlioz would have us go to his classroom where he had a bunch of instruments that we had been dropping off anonymously from time to time starting that year when we started working with him and his students. But first we had to run around getting all our friends to sign our year books and us, theirs. As to our gamer friends at school, they later found one thousand dollar Visa cards that you could get cash from. With pin numbers and amount written on the backs of them of course. But not Carol...considering how hard she worked with us in getting to understand CAD and then putting a lot of extra time helping us make the figure for the girls, she got five thousand.
After that, off to Dr. Berlioz's classroom one final time with everyone following him. Aaron of course, was going to play The Emperor on the Guzheng even though it was Chinese based, it was Oriental, something he thought his mom would like. The problem was Dr. Berlioz had marked the coffee cup with a magic marker to show what the water level was to be at and now was part of his instruments collection. After filling it with water, I tapped it a couple of times, with Aaron and I agreeing it wasn't right. When asked why, I told him we KNEW the sound was off because of the marking fill line he'd put on. Nobody believed us until we had Berlioz record me tapping the cup filled with water to his marked line. Then got some 409, a rag and removed the black marker line he'd put on the cup, with him recording the sound this time once I had refilled the cup with the needed water. Everyone could see there WAS a difference between the two, but unless you saw it on his oscilloscope thing, you wouldn't or couldn't realize it. That's when Dr. Andre told everyone about the bets they had made with us over year ago and how they thought they'd throw us a loop in playing the Guzheng.... AND how we made our own back in high school. Our dads looked at us, saying THAT'S what happened to our fishing lines and a few other things from our garages, eh boys? Then laughed, saying it was a worth while investment. Then we went at it, leaving them. This time we WANTED to strut our stuff because not only because our parent were there, but the girls, their parents and of course, those three from the different schools. We wanted to make sure they were going to get their money's worth for hiring us during the summer even if it was only one day per week at their schools. We played EVERY instrument we could for the next three hours, with Berlioz recording them all, then playing some them back like it was one band playing. When we were done, everyone was stunned. Then the girls gave us some major smooches, with those from the schools all agreeing they had gotten one heck of a bargain. Thing is, one of the pieces of music we had played was also played by Hector and his group. You know, from music we had sent him via his dad or had given to him when we played at that bar. Tammy was the one who brought this up as she had heard it on the radio about a week earlier where it was taking off like a rocket, with everyone talking about it going to number one?! Thank God the girls weren't there as our moms would have been shocked to find out we were not only had been playing in a bar, but also under age at the time?! So our folks told their folks how they knew Hector, with the girls also chiming in....but giving us looks as they some how knew we had been up to what they would call “sneaky boy stuff”. We did our best to look as innocent as possible and we were really happy for Hector and band.
We all had supper at their hotel and the next morning, everyone got ready to leave. We had been asked by the girls folks if we'd like to return for another visit and we said we would, but we'd like to travel a little bit....you know, to kind of see what we could see before helping those people at their schools. The girls knew what we meant, meaning doing our thing. Then it came for everyone to part, but we asked the girls if we could talk to them privately for a bit and they said okay. Oh boy....Aaron and I looked at each other and he gave me the signal that I should go first and I didn't do too well at it. Started of with uh, uh, uh and Kathleen says uh, uh, uh what honey? I said we've known each other for awhile and we uh, uh, uh, with Kathleen says come on honey, you two can say anything to us and you know we won't be offended. Did you want to take us somewhere once we got back home? Aaron says no, that's not it, it's uh, uh, uh and that's when I blurted out since we had been seeing each other for so long, would you mind making it official and being our girlfriends? And upon that being said, Aaron and I pulled our college rings with the year, name of the school, etc. on them, then hanging them out in front of us. Thing is, we HAD screwed up, but fortunately Aaron caught this mistake just before we went downstairs to have breakfast with everyone and talking to the girls. We forgot to get some sort of necklace to put thru the rings so the girls could wear them around their necks! That is, IF they decided to accept them. Went to an Army Navy surplus store where we bought two necklaces, you know, the kind that goes thru a guys dog tags. We'd of hit a jewelry store, but honestly, we were in a kind of a panic and simply couldn't think of where one was at at the time. Well, the girls just stared at us and I hearts sank, with the belief while they liked us, they REALLY didn't like us that much. Yeah, we were having flashbacks of Annabelle and Ginger. So we went to put them back in our pockets, that didn't happen as the girls SNATCHED out of hands, saying oh no you don't. You made the offer and we're taking you up on it. And there's NO weaseling out of this deal by you two, with your “would you believe” nonsense either. Then the four of us got to kissin' and smoochin' and after that, we put our rings around the girls necks. We apologized for the necklaces and why they got them like that, but we'd replace them with silver ones in a day or two, but they said no. That some times, less is more and besides, we KNOW you like us after what you got us and everyone else at Christmas. We were just hoping you'd give us a REAL token that would tell us everything about our relationships.
Of course, we followed them as they went running to show our rings to their moms, who quickly called out to our moms.....and all six of them huddled together, talking in low voices and looking at us from time to time. We KNEW better to try and eves drop on that conversation with Bill and Ted coming over, saying you boys from New York City are just full of surprises, aren't you? We think of you in one way, but suddenly you show up in a different way. And your folks don't know about you two being expert bounty hunters, do they? I said no sir, it might worry our moms and it's safer for everyone in general not to know. Our dads came over, telling Bill and Ted that they had wondered about us, especially since I had told dad how busy we were in college going to alcohol fueled parties, mass sex orgies and drugs. Our faces turned red on that one. That they had wondered when we'd ever find a girlfriend and told Ted and Bill that their girls were our first ones, which was true because Annabelle and Ginger never were. Ted and Bill looked surprised and told our dads how we were the first men that their girls had brought home since leaving home. So those four were pleased with what had been said by each other.
Boy, those people in first class have it REALLY nice, compared to those stuffed behind that area like sardines in a can. At least what we'd seen from photos. Not that we ended up using our seats. With our abilities, we didn't have to fly, but wanted to as we always wondered what it was like to fly first class. We were checking in when we saw 2 Marines trying to get a seat on what's called space available. That's where you HOPE to get a seat on a plane, with NO guarantee you'll get one. They were on leave and had already used one day of it trying to get back home. We just looked at each other, walked up to them and said hey guys, here's two tickets and thanks for your service. Thing is they were several years older than us, you know, the girls ages. I said we had alternate ways of getting where we're going and it doesn't matter if we're delayed or not. So take off and have a good time home. They took the tickets, thanking us a lot as they headed for their gate. All Aaron and I did was hit the bathroom, turned off the lights and after leaving our bags at home, we were back in New York City where we had some hot dogs, hot pretzels with cheese and bottled water. Wandered around Times Square and we agreed that we needed to come back at night because we'd seen it at night on tv as it would be really be something to see. Thing is, at night, a lot of bad things come out and we ended up dealing with them, not including during the light of day after school was over. And there's the hustlers, scamming people. Like those who would put a pea under one of three cups, shuffle the cups around and for a small bet, you'd chose the cup that you THOUGHT would have the pea under it. After losing two bets, we didn't know how it was done, but I had my own way of dealing with this. Since the pea was under the cup and in the dark, no problem to move the pea to the cup of our choosing. We got walking around money for my effort.
We're introduced to the schools music teacher, a Dr. Ehrich Weiss, by Elfrida Andre. Thing is, this time he'd not only told about us by her, but she had a copy of ALL the music we had played which he had listened to before hand. And man, there were a lot of good musicians, but very few really good ones. We had them play a couple of pieces of music while we wandered among them listening and looking. We pointed at seven of the students out of the thirty-two he had and we thanked them for playing so well....which did NOT go over well with the other students or Dr. Weiss who wanted to know why only those we chose, were chosen. So we had him mechanically reproduce several notes, then had those seven play and record them, then we did our thing also recorded. Those seven were at ninety-six percent at matching the mechanical notes, but we were at one hundred. Some students were pressing too hard on their violin strings, so Aaron got some feathers to put on their strings with the students finding out that they had been pressing too hard when the feather was broken. As for me, I had to adjust their reeds, others was moving their fingers. Went and spent six hours with them and many greatly improved. The following week, we were asked to play all their instruments for a musical piece with everything being recorded, then played back for them to hear. After that, everyone listened to what we had to say and show them. Thing is Dr. Weiss called the other two schools instructors after that first day with him and they listened to us when we critiqued their students.
Now since we officially had girlfriends, we called them a couple of times a week on a regular basis and when they were off work, we'd go somewhere. In this case, it was going to a bunch of museums there after school and of course, wandering around Times Square at night when it was all lit up. This was when we found out this when truly evil and wicked people come crawling out of the dark like cockroaches. Aaron and I were alone that night and it started with a THIRTEEN YEAR OLD girl named Phyllis Isley who was working as a PROSTITUE?! We were rubber necking Times Square like many of the tourists were doing, but as we walked by her, she opened her coat, asking if we'd be interested in a good time and she'd give us a group discount. To say we were shocked is an understatement. She was really skinny, as in being too skinny for her age. I mean, all she was wearing under her coat was her panties and bra, with her having more of a gawkiness or skinniness of a nine year old, with ribs showing. NOT good. But you know what made it good? Her pimp came sliding up saying if we wanted, he could arrange “a party” for us with say, six other girls...provided we had the money for such a “good time”. Without hesitation, Aaron said we would DEFINETLY be interested in such an arrangement provided we would be “entertained” for at least for four hours by such a fine looking lady like the one before us. He wanted three thousand dollars for “his girls” to entertain us...up front. I laughed at him and said the money's no problem, but we haven't seen your other girls and we have no idea what they look like. We're not a couple of hayseeds from Kansas you know. But, yeah we got money, with me reaching into my pocket where I opened a bit of nothingness and from there, felt my hand on a stack of bills that were palatalized. Seems everyone gets impressed when you pull a ten thousand dollar stack of one hundred dollar bills out of your pocket. The pimp (formerly known as The Black Prince of Darkness aka William Henry Pratt) eyes got really big when he saw my roll, something Aaron and I both saw. Once again, him and others didn't realize they were REALLY low level NPC's (non-player characters) in our game of D&D.
We gave William one hundred dollars as down payment, with the rest to be paid when he brought his “other party girls” and he hailed us a cab van, telling the driver where to take us. Yeah, it wasn't far and a really nasty, worn down looking place. The cab driver was a lady and looked at us in disgust as we got into her cab, but didn't say anything, though she knew what the three of us were going to do when she was given that hotel address and Phyllis sitting between us....or thought she knew. And Phyllis was known by the hotel desk clerk and just smirked at us as we took the stairs to the third floor because the elevator was “temporarily out of service”. Yeah, it was that kind of place. Open our hotel room, with Phyllis walking ahead of us and then drops her coat asking who's first or do you both want to do me at the same time? Then walks to and climbs on a nasty looking bedspread to be on her hands and knees, then looks at us saying come on boys, time to ride the party train. Aaron and I both agreed later on that this was THE most disgusting thing we'd ever seen, though I will be honest, in that Kathleen and I had done it this way more than once. The difference was we were consenting adults and cared for each other.
Aaron hit the lights and I dropped us into two separate bits of nothingness. We really felt bad for Phyllis because first she's in a hotel room with us, then it's dark when Aaron hit the lights and now, she fell a few feet into the nothingness where she couldn't see or hear anything, even her own voice. I fixed that, so she could but while she couldn't see us, she could hear us when I wanted to. She was terrified and moaning to herself until I spoke, saying we were the Metronomes and had she heard of us? Of course she had and REALLY began moaning to herself. I mean after all, while New York City has seen a lot of things, an airplane suddenly appearing out of a brick wall in alley, covered in moon dust, was NOT an every day occurrence even here. Aaron said her species were the only ones where the older or larger ones preyed upon the smaller and weaker ones. Believe us when we say we do not look like you think you saw and from another piece of nothingness, I got those two skeleton hands. You know, with the fake blood and bits of silicone on them that we originally used at JT's dads place. She REALLY let out a scream, crying out she'd do anything for us, but please don't eat her or suck out her brains or eyeballs?! Aaron said we're here to help YOU and want you and other females of your age to become better than what you are now. This was when I said we wanted to improve your species, so might want to think of yourself as a scientific experiment, one that we plan on doing for a thousand years or so as we're looking for long term results.
Then we heard the hotel room door being tried, so we went into the bathroom, saying hold on a minute, we're in the bathroom. Pulled the door from under the doorknob, telling them not to open the door till I was back in the bathroom, with him to line his girls up in front of the bed for our inspection and call out when this was done. He did, but got a slight surprise. He had brought another pimp, William Franklin Beedle, Jr. aka Iceman because he thought he looked bad while chewing ice cubes like that guy did in that movie Top Gun. “Iceman” had brought four of his underage girls with him in case we really wanted a large party of a variety of “hot, penis pleasing girls”! Not that he used the word penis of course. There was a closet near the door of our room and all I did was step out from it, hit the light switch and dropped all of them into the nothingness, but this time everyone only dropped a couple of feet. Then dropped the two pimps into their own separate nothingness. Let the eleven girls not only see each other, but go to and talk with each other. Phyllis was quick to tell them what was going on. Thing is, we had NO idea on how to handle this situation. So we called the girls who were at work. But when we told them what we were involved in, they told their boss saying they had a family emergency and once they had changed clothes, got in their car, went home and joined us via their bathroom.
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Post by texican on Jul 18, 2019 13:37:31 GMT -6
WillC,
Great chapter....
The boys helping the learning musicians is good....
The pimps in NYC are in for a world of hurt, which is also good....
Now I can think of a few things that can be done to the pimps before the volcano treatment, but would be censored....
Thanks for the time you spend feeding the Moar Hounds....
Texican....
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Post by 9idrr on Jul 18, 2019 20:45:04 GMT -6
Glad to see you're keepin' up to your usual high standard, sir. Will these young ladies be taken to a convent for some remedial training? Perhaps a finishing school??
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Post by willc453 on Jul 19, 2019 0:28:21 GMT -6
Answers coming in next chapter.
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Post by texican on Jul 19, 2019 11:56:56 GMT -6
Answers coming in next chapter. WillC, Now if I wasn't pleased by your great story, you know I would unabashedly ask just when could we see another chapter in your outstanding story.... Did you notice it went from a great story to an outstanding story as the hidden begging came out.... Thanks WillC for the long chapters which are really short stories in the lives of the boys.... Texican...
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Post by willc453 on Jul 19, 2019 13:49:19 GMT -6
42 (11 pages and still adding to it) is going to get part of it to 43. And the boys had listened to Ted & Bob (the girls fathers) on how justice was handled in the west way back when. Yes, those girls & women do get help from the boys in several different ways. They get involved with Democrats in California, the homeless and drug users for example. Gangbangers and their drive by shootings in L.A./Chicago, riding the subways in NYC and Chicago. Oh, I'd tell you more, but I'm sure you'd all find it pretty boring. As to my zombie modeling, last two weeks been busy unboxing stuff or taking it from the patio area where I had it covered since coming back home. Along with boxes of stuff that got dumped in the kitchen/livingroom. I made sure I had a path from bedroom to bathroom, computer table, stove/sink/fridge. You might guess I'm single. What a pain in the behind because before I moved, I KNEW where everything was at....more or less. Now I have to take what I tossed into covered bins, out of those bins and into and on my modeling desk for example. For example, one bin has 300+ jars of paint: lacquer, water and regular paint thinner type, plus a dozen big spray cans of different colors from Home Depot and Walmart paint sections. Got a bunch of kits that came in/are coming in such as mre/ration boxes, different bottles such as beer, wine, etc. The ration boxes I'll scan, then print on light tan paper which is cheaper than buying more of them in the long run. 6x6's, Humvee's, Gatling guns, shotgun, high lift jacks, a couple of days cabs with reefers and wimmen. And those have to be altered quite a bit to be realistic. Also going to work on using polymer clay to make masters of different things as I'm not going to have time to get/use that 3d printer or learn how to use cad. Just want to get back into glue sniffing. Got 4 different clear, plastic rollers with different brick patterns that I'll use on the clay, then make silicone copies of once the clay is hardened, then plaster of paris parts from the molds, along with stuff for street use. Will use the brick molds to use on a house or building for example. Also went into hand to hand combat with 3 mice a few days ago. Was checking out a box I had left behind in the kitchen when I moved to Florida. Surprised when 1 of them jumped out of the box, quickly followed by another. Just wasn't ready for it. A few seconds later, there's ANOTHER one?! Beat it to death with a tube of caulking. Then there was another, which got squished with my hand/fist. Third one went that way also. Oh...some crime fighting Metronome music for ya: www.youtube.com/watch?v=SAGw41xwwe8www.youtube.com/watch?v=QEjgPh4SEmUwww.youtube.com/watch?v=jotlA1v8htQ
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Post by willc453 on Jul 21, 2019 13:20:09 GMT -6
The Affected: The Shadow Chapter 41 Well, first off we had to explain to the girls who we were. That is, WE were the Metronomes they had been hearing about on the various news channels. They simply shook their heads, saying why are we NOT surprised. Explained to them what we had told the girls in the nothingness, then showed them our Metronome “arms and hands” which REALLY freaked them out because I had them rise up from the nothingness just a foot or so from their feet. When I said look at your feet, they did, then let out short screams and jumped back a few feet. The girls were a little ticked as Aaron and I couldn't help giggling a little bit at their reactions. Thing is, from their reactions, we KNEW how scary they really looked to those young girls in the nothingness. Like I said before, the girls are NOT stupid as they quickly realized this was NOT something we just cobbled together johnny on the spot so to speak. They looked at us, we looked back at them...and we lost the staring contest. Aaron was the first to speak, saying uh......remember those news stories about one of the girls sororities being haunted? They just stared at us, then saying it was you two? We just grinned and then wanted to know why. So we told them...kind of, sort of. I mean, if they don't ask the right questions... Thing is, they were getting wise to us and we both think they're using their sneaky girl suspicions abilities. When we told them the full story, they got to laughing, so we knew we were in the clear. Of course, they then wanted to know what other “shenanigans” we had been up to and we told them no doubt you girls got secrets, well, so do we. Thing is, the girls didn't know what to do with the girls until we asked if they'd like to be Metronomes, then explained what we had been thinking. More than anything else, we figured with older women talking to these girls, they'd be more willing to talk with women Metronomes than us if that makes sense. To them, it did, but we had to talk to NYPD's vice people who'd interview the girls and get them to places where they'd get help. All we said that sounds great, why didn't we think of that? The girls told us we should also get the girls some food and things to drink before we left them, so we did. We bought two dozen plain hot dogs as we didn't know what those girls would or would not like on them, bags of chips and a bunch of canned sodas. Gave them to our girls, who started passing them out to the girls once we joined them in the girls nothingness. By we, I mean our girls. Now remember, we'd been here, done this sort of thing in NYC much earlier and still knew more than one patrol police officer and some detectives who worked narcotics. We talked with those in narcotics who in turn, told us about two detectives, Judith Tuvim and Donald Wayne in vice, saying they'd call them. Found out they were both at work and with a brief description of them, we found them. They did NOT expect to hear voices from under their desks, but did go outside to the car pool, waiting further information. From under one of the cars, we explained about these underage girls and man, were they really mad as both were married and had kids of their own. They of course, wanted those pimps and we said not a problem....though they didn't get them as they thought they would. We went back to all the girls with Tammy telling these girls that the world was much bigger than they could ever imagine. They didn't understand until all of them found themselves on a deserted beach in Hawaii looking at the ocean. Once the girls under-stood where they were at, our girls asked them if they were ready for another view of the world, waved their hands like they were doing something and suddenly they're on a bridge looking at Paris and the Eiffel Tower. After that, another bridge where they saw and heard Big Ben striking the hour, then to the top of one of the pyramids where they could see not only the other pyramids, but also the Spinx, then back to the nothingness. They all started crying because they had never been to any of these places and they knew in their hearts that they never would. But now that we Metronomes were there to help them.... Many had left because of what they thought was insurmountable family problems. You know, their parents didn't understand them, cut them no slack, etc. But then there were a couple of step fathers who not only beat their mothers, but had cast not only their eyes on them, but more than once, their hands on their bodies. Once they arrived at some bus station in NYC, the pimps were quick to offer “help”, which was followed by the pimp and sometimes his friends, raping and beating them in his apartment until they were quick to obey. From the girls, we got names and addresses of other pimps along with the number of their “working” girls and women. As to those stepfathers, they got beat, bear sprayed and an offer they didn't want to refuse. They're tied up, eyes watering like crazy and unable to see anything which is when we'd take turns putting our Rapala fillet knives to their nards, saying if you EVER touch ANY girl like that again, like Dolly Parton said in that movie, we'll change you from a rooster to a hen. And by the way, DON'T ever attempt to return home or call them EVER again. At which time, that guy would find himself falling from a bridge, into a river which was in another state, other times, in another country. And while his feet were still zip tied, we did cut those that held his hands so he could at least swim. Which was kind of funny as we never thought to check on them once they were in that river if they could swim or not. Over the summer, we caught one hundred and twelve pimps who also used narcotics on some of these women and girls to keep them enslaved and in a degenerate life style. We tried saving a little over FOUR HUNDRED girls and women. Many of these girls and women told us their life stories, with them being recorded by our digital camcorders and our girls cried more than once when they heard the first one and wouldn't listen to or watch any others. We just got madder. I say we tried, but some were “damaged”, if you will and returned to working the streets. You can't save someone from drowning if they fight you while attempting to save them. Thing is, all we had to do was wait until they found another pimp and....... Pretty soon, NONE of them would take them in. Eventually they understood that the Metronomes were watching them even though they refused our help. Most came back for help and a couple of them committed suicide. As to Judith Tuvim and Donald Wayne, they were great in helping those girls and women in getting the help they needed and more than one girl returned home. We bought A LOT of those Net 10 phones, with each having nine hundred minutes on them, giving them to the underage girls and women whom we felt needed to remain in contact with us. But we did inform them that we couldn't always respond to their calls, but we WOULD return their calls which put a crimp on us time wise when we'd get eight-nine calls at one time. But we (meaning the four of us) ALWAYS returned their calls. Thing is, when asked to describe us by the police or social workers, they ALL refused. It was during that summer that the girls started working part time instead of full time at Hooters and eventually quit to help us full time. Kathleen started working as our accountant, with Tammy within a year, getting her law degree in taxes. As to the pimps and their possessions....we took everything of value to help these girls and women out when it came to getting them cash and debit cards. We gave all the regular videos, dvd players etc. to various charities in different states. All lot of pimps had gold chains and diamond and gold rings which we sold for cash to buy debit cards or just giving the cash to the girls and women. The porn videos these pimps had made with those women and girls, along with drugs, went to Judith and Donald via their locker at the police station. Kind of scared them when we'd talk to them via their pants pockets, her purse or underneath their desks at work. As to the pimps...we started hanging them from street lights at night, along with others being found hanging from tree limbs in that big city park also at night. We bought a larger boom box and we'd play Bad by Michael Jackson, Eye Of The Tiger and the Peter Gunn theme from that old tv series, or Another One Bites The Dust. We made a stencil of a pair of red and yellow tiger eyes which we spray painted on a lamp post or tree trunk with the words we're everywhere and see every thing. Some were left hanging from lamp posts around various police stations. The news people got wind of what was happening pretty quick, with us leaving a piece of cardboard hanging from around their necks, saying reformed pimp, drug dealer, etc. and signed Metronomes. Yeah, we had listened to Ted and Bill tell their stories what it was like in the west back in the olden days. The girls watched our first hanging but after that, they didn't want to see any more and now KNEW why we didn't talk much about what we were doing. And if you're wondering, we video taped the hangings, giving copies to the various tv stations and newspapers who also had online services available. As for the guys who'd pay for sex with these underage girls, we beat the heck out of them, letting them know the Metronomes were going to keep an eye on all of their future life choices. Along with the beating, we took EVERYTHING they had, including even their underwear. They'd be found beaten, naked and a cardboard sign saying reformed John? Those that were married (and there were quite a few) had MAJOR explaining to do when they got home because we sent their licenses, credit cards, etc. to their home address, along with a photo of them being naked. We figured this would be enough that they never did this again or gave it some serious thought. Then in maybe a month or less, some policemen got to copying us. No, not hanging people, but bringing smaller ghetto blasters in their police cars. They'd be cruising by in some bad neighborhood and play the same music we were playing! A lot of people suddenly decided they had business elsewhere. What REALLY put the fear in those people was a couple of times we happened to be in that same neighborhood and some simply disappearing in the nothingness with others seeing them suddenly disappearing, only later on to be found hanging from a tree limb, street light or falling from a bridge into the water. Crime went WAY down in NYC not only at night, but during the day. So we expanded to Chicago. As to gangbangers and their drive by shootings in Chicago (then later in L.A.), that dropped like a rock into the deepest part of the ocean. As for us, we started losing weight big time and the girls were doing their best to keep us fed. They came out to the three schools once or twice, but we went back to their place more than once just to sleep and holding onto them for dear life. They knew why, but didn't ask any questions but just held us. Now we could have had them stay with us at the music schools rooms, but it wasn't home as far as we were concerned. More than once the girls wouldn't let us leave later on (when we weren't teaching music any more) until we gained X number of pounds. They also didn't trust us....one of them ALWAYS stayed with the two of us. Which frankly, helped us in more than gaining our weight back. We were slow to understand how bad we looked at one point. I mean, I was down to one hundred thirty eight pounds vs at one point being just over two hundred and twenty-five. Aaron was down to one hundred and one pounds vs his normal one hundred thirty-eight. Which is why we didn't go see our folks or theirs for quite awhile. Now one of the things we had never been on was a subway, which Chicago and NYC have a lot of. Now there were some who liked intimidating others on the subways to “donate” money to them. Scared the bejesus out of them when they heard us asking from under one of the seats if they REALLY wanted to go down this path. Of course, scared the snot out of more than one passenger when they heard us talking from under their seat. And more than once, there would be a massive rush to give us all the room they could when they saw the Metronomes “arms and hands” coming out from underneath those seats. Sometimes the passengers would tell us how they'd been forced to “donate” to these thugs. We'd drag those thugs one at a time under a seat all the while screaming, beat 'em up, then drop that one from the interior ceiling when the subway was in the dark. Then go for another thug who was quick to plead for mercy and or help from the passengers. Which they didn't get either of. Well, most of them. Others got dropped from under a bridge above a river in another state. Of course, we made sure everyone knew to give them room to hit the subway flooring. Others, we'd drop from the ceiling of a different subway tunnel. More than one passenger got a photo of those “arms” coming out from under a seat which was soon posted on Facebook, etc. “Donation requests” quickly dropped along with those who got a face full of bear spray when we caught them spray painting a subway car, wall, etc. As to us dragging those thugs, we had bought some skeleton arms or what ever they're called. You know, where you dress up in a skeletons costume, all black, with white for the “bones”. As for the three schools, we stayed with them until near the end of August when we told the instructors we were done teaching as there was nothing we could really help them with any more. But if it was okay with the teacher, we'd one final demonstration in hopes they'd hear more than music being played like we do. The teacher got his recording instruments out, with Aaron and I going to work. The teacher and students had NO idea what we were doing other than making noise and it took us about 90 minutes to get it done. At the end of it, we were soaked in sweat and after wiping ourselves down with some towels, asked the teacher to play all the different tracks that had been recorded. To them, it was nothing but a gibberish of noise. They were polite about it, but still...... Aaron and I offered any student five hundred dollars (total, not each) who could identify what was being played, but if they guessed wrong, they had to pay us twenty dollars as we were a couple of poor, starving, just graduated college students. No takers, so we played it once more and about half way thru, one of the students raised her hand and said she'd take the bet. Told her to tell us and when she did, she got the five hundred dollars and told the rest of the class that we had played and recorded Bolero....... BACKWARDS! That's when I had the teacher play it backwards and yes, it came out perfect. Except for the drum part, but we figured I only got three of the drum beats wrong this time. We got a lot of applause and thanks from everyone. We told them while anyone can play and write music, we not only see it, but hear and feel it. When we do this, this is why we're not here with you or anyone any more. Which is why we never answered any of your questions when we were playing. We simply weren't here, but elsewhere. Now what we had done was something entirely new to us and yes, we “played” our instruments in our minds the night before. Thing is, we found out we had lost weight even though we hadn't been using our changed abilities. Went to the girls who were waiting for us and on us real quick, so we skipped to our favorite pizza place in Italy. Aaron and I each had two eighteen inch pizzas and about three gallons of water, while the girls shared a nine incher and a bottle of wine. And since they couldn't finish their pizza...... The patrons just stood there in shock when they saw the two of us devour everything. Made a lot of friends at the schools including finding more gamers, some of which were not only great, but a couple of DM's that were outstanding, with us using some of their ideas for use in our modules. We made sure we gave them credit for their ideas. We also enlarged our monster and figure collection quite a bit thru the various hobby shops we'd go looking for. And yes, we made brownie points with the girls by picking up some extra ones for them when they weren't with us. And the few times the girls were with us at the schools, they got a lot of stares. Also, none of the schools gave us any trouble for having the girls stay with us overnight. The other thing was those rooms we were given were OURS until we got done teaching. So after graduating from school, we were REALLY busy between setting up those places in Central and South American countries, giving seed money for some to start their own businesses, dealing with crime and teaching others how to play music properly and helping those who had been changed. This lead us into our fourth year of being changed and then the fifth. Remember, we didn't know we'd been changed for almost a year before discovering our abilities. We started up factories if you will, with people making sandals out of old, discarded tires which later after getting some news people to talk about them, started selling them thru Ebay, then Amazon. Straw hats were another, but the girls came up with the idea for making them for girls and women. Some were really good at carving, so with power available and Dremel tools, horses, unicorns, etc. became available on Ebay and Amazon. Then cloth neckties with themes from their countries showing landscapes, birds, etc. Then the girls suggested we hire bi-lingual teachers so kids down there would get a basic education. We were surprised at the number of teachers who applied, including those who only knew English. But then, many kids knew some English and they ALL had a drive to learn. And yes, we provided lunch which for many of them was rice, beans, etc. as that's what they ate at home. We had a lot of money being spent, but when everyone started selling things, we kept ten percent of it as our profit. Everything else went to improving the lives of people down there, which actually lead to a decrease of people trying to enter our country illegally. Now Hacker, being Hacker, had been kept busy working for the government and finding all sorts of dirt that needed exposing. Nothing like posting “classified, top secret” paperwork on Facebook for example. And Hacker told us he had OVER ten thousand accounts on it, so the feds never had a chance of finding out who was posting this info. Suddenly, government contracts are being canceled with big name companies, with many in those corporations and government employees being charged with over charging the government, bribery, along with many elected officials suddenly being shown how many interns had been paid off with government money for sexual harassment or unwanted sexual advances. You may remember how I mentioned Albert, our chum from our school days earlier? Boy, were we shocked when Hacker told us he had joined the Navy Seals. Now see, Albert was his real name, but many kids got to calling him Fat Albert after the Bill Cosby cartoon series that we used to watch as kids. Yeah, he was really fat. He was one of our gamers and we ALWAYS called him Al when outside of our homes, but when we got together for our games, he was called Slim because he played a VERY mean and nasty fighter/thief halfling. He was also a good gamer and his Mom came from an Italian background and boy, the stuff she could cook! Which explained why and how he got so fat. Well, when he graduated from high school like us, he decided he had enough of being fat. His folks had bought him a used car as a graduation present which helped him getting to work where he worked as a stock boy and bagger at the local supermarket. For some reason, he originally wanted to join the military (Army), but because of his then physical shape, none of the services would take him. Even the Air Force or Coast Guard. He quit eating most of his Moms food, which of course did NOT sit well with her, but his mind was made up. He ate a lot of salads and walked to work, even in bad weather and his job was four miles one way from his place. He dropped almost eighty pounds in weight in four months and via Craigslist, got a lot of free weights and along with watching Youtube videos, how to properly use them. Hacker had stayed in touch with him, with Slim telling him of the pain he had in walking in any kind of distance at first, then it was jogging a little bit at a time, then jogging all the time, with sprints of all out running later on. The three of us figured he got the idea of going for the Navy Seals because of some Youtube video he may of seen as he never said why. His folks came to see him when he graduated from basic training and then again when he graduated from Seal training. During this time, we were in college. Hacker had been writing to him from time to time and gave us his military address, along with his email address. We figured he'd appreciate a real letter, even though it wold take longer for him to get it, so both of us wrote and mailed separate letters to him. We were surprised when he wrote actual letters back to us as it had been a few years since we had all left high school and weren't sure if he'd actually write back. Thing is, his mailing address was a military P.O. Box which we found out was for the middle east. He was glad to hear from us, more so when we had told him what college was like and of course, our girls. Thing is, he wasn't surprised we were soon going to apply for jobs at Gold Coast and of course, submit our modules. We sent him a photo of the four of us when we graduated, with him doing the same with his buddies. Really strange seeing him and the others with long hair, beards and some with visible tattoos. Boy, he sure had changed, but then he said we had also. He said while I had lost weight, the two of us were different in some way he couldn't put his finger on. That he was glad I had lost weight and we both had girlfriends. Though obviously much too good for us of course. When we asked if there was anything he missed about being home, he wrote about some of the food, snacks and other things he missed from the states as he put it, so we sent him what people call a care package. Thing is, it was the little things that people never think about that can mean so much to someone in the military and far, far from home. Like small bottles of Tabasco sauce, foot powder, seasonings, aspirin, small packets of honey, tea bags, etc. We also figured his buddies would also appreciate these things too, so multiplied everything so everyone in his squad or what ever it's called, got one, with each box being complete with a little bit of everything. While we had no interest in joining the military, we had NO problem taking care of one of our own. That is, a school chum and indirectly, his friends. We called his Mom and found out she was sending him cookies and other snacks which were quickly devoured according to Slim and friends. So we started adding store bought cookies to our packages, along with small packets of lemonade, coffee creamer, sugar, small jars of quality coffee, etc Well, we were curious to tell the truth, to actually see and hear Slim along with his buddies a few month later. Mainly it was because we'd never seen a real Navy Seal other than on some news video clip. It did not turn out as expected which was actually a good thing. When we found Slim, he and his buds were in what's called a firefight. Not only that, several of his buddies had been shot! Those shot were doing their best to fire back, but things looked really grim as there were close to fifty Arabs closing in. Slim was working the radio, telling everyone he had called in a Broken Arrow, but it would be AT LEAST twenty minutes before air cover could get to them. Too little, too late for them. A Broken Arrow is a code word where a military unit is about to be overrun and needs help NOW! Not with us there. We dropped every one of those Arabs into their separate bits of nothingness, though when some of them saw the others just disappear like they did, they tried beating feet to no avail. Which scared even more of them into running away (which didn't get them anywhere but the nothingness), along with more than one getting a bullet in the back. Then a really big problem came up....two of his men were badly wounded and what they call air evac wasn't going to make it to them in time between coming out to pick them up and getting back to their base. We were going to go into our Metronome act, but there really wasn't any time for that. THE hardest part of what I did was finding a MILITARY hospital while in the nothingness because I had to see WHAT hospital I was looking at from the outside of it. It was NOT my fault I couldn't find the one they had on their base, though I think they called it an outpost or fort. Anyway, suddenly the wounded and the medic find themselves in the bathroom of a military hospital....in Frankfort, Germany! Slim and the others we put in another room. One thing about those guys....they quickly adapted to this new situation and so did the hospital people. What really helped us was Ben. Remember when he did his Muslim on a stick thing? This was about the same time, maybe a little bit later. We're not really sure, but it worked for us and of course, Slim and his buddies. As to the Arabs, some had died because of being shot in the back by Slim and his friends while running away from us. But the others were still alive and VERY unhappy as they couldn't see or hear anything. And I also kind of squished them if you will, in the nothingness. Made it so they couldn't stand up all the way and BARELY turn around, though I did make sure they had air coming in from originally from Mt. Everest. We decided this was not really nice because they had been busy trying to kill a friend of ours and his friends. Found a REALLY big pig farm and boy, did it smell! So the air and smell from the pig farm would go to them in the nothingness, then being sucked out by two separate bits of nothingness from Mt. Everest. One drew cold air into where those Arabs were at along with the pig smell, then exiting out into Mt. Everest. Now that we had them, what to do with them? I mean, there was the volcano and those BIG salt water crocodiles on the coast of Vietnam, but we figured the military would like to know more about them....you know, getting intelligence from them. This took us (dealing with the Arabs) about two hours and Slim had gotten busy calling off air support and explaining to some other military guys (intelligence?) on what had happened. I hit Home Depot for a can of bright orange spray paint, the kind you use to mark out gas, water, etc. lines on the ground. Now having screwed up once, we didn't want a repeat. So we used one of the hospitals helicopter landing pads with Aaron running out to spray paint a really big X on it, then hustled back into the nothingness with me. Now those Arab guys, they still had their rifles and bazooka launching things and we certainly didn't want them to come out of the nothingness with all that stuff in case they were ready to use it. Squished all of them a little bit more in the nothingness so they HAD TO stand, then it was no problem to open a little bit of it, with us taking turns (and liking it) spraying them with our bear spray. Now with me being a big bigger than Aaron, after they got sprayed, open another bit of nothingness behind them, yank their arms behind them, where Aaron put those plastic handcuff thingys on them. Then with Aaron getting his voice actuator on, we found Slim who was still busy being debriefed. Aaron says incoming, helicopter pad, X marks the spot and bring LOTS of guns. Scared the snot out of him and his two debriefers, but Slim...well, he wasn't fazed at all. He still had all his equipment and took off running, shouting for his buddies and without ANY hesitation, they ran for helicopter pad. Well, they found the X, but were almost on top of it, so I used my Metronome “arm” and Aaron said stand back and they couldn't stand back quick enough when they saw that “arm” coming out of the asphalt like it did. Then started dropping those Arab guys down round chutes of nothingness, with them suddenly shooting up into the air and because I angled the exit of the chutes, they'd come out of the X area and land about ten to fifteen feet away. Of course, they dropped from a height of about twenty feet, but we didn't care. Suddenly, there's LOTS of soldiers, with LOTS of guns helping them. When we got done, I simply raised the Metronome “arm” thru the nothingness where everyone could see it and by pulling on the wires on it, had the “hand” opening and closing like it was saying bye bye. Thing is, it was dark when we originally got there, but more than one camcorder was going, ESPECIALLY when those Arab guys came shooting out of the nothingness. -------------------- 42 is 6 pages....and by the way, the boys are on their own.
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Post by 9idrr on Jul 21, 2019 21:14:58 GMT -6
When one sees a bunch of Arab terrorists fallin' out of the sky, it's only good form to try to catch 'em on no more than one bounce.
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Post by texican on Jul 22, 2019 22:43:28 GMT -6
WillC,
Thanks for the chapter....
Wouldn't it great if the shadow and others were real and could help fix the problems in America and around the world...
Texican....
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Post by willc453 on Jul 23, 2019 6:45:30 GMT -6
Some may notice that ALL my characters are NOT pc. Even the boys who are the youngest of them all so far, know right from wrong. It's the same way with the Second American Revolution stories with those people simply fed up with politician's/liberal pc bullsh*t. Some where in the dark depths of my older computer, I started writing about Dwayne, Ben's younger brother and his outlook on being Affected and Ben. Unlike The Shadow, those 2 are NOT like peas in a pod. Dwayne believes Obummer is THE greatest president the U.S. has ever seen, with Hildabeast being a close second if only she had been given the chance instead of it having been stolen from her. Think I got all of 2 pages of that written.
As to What If....the world as we know it, would be radically changed. At least for awhile, then pretty much go about as normal. Look at comic books, where everyone with some sort of super power is fighting against another person with super power. But the publishers never mention/inject reality in them unless of course, everyone is waiting with baited breath for a gay male/female super hero/villain or person of color as liberals want to put it out as. And where was everyone when 9-11 went down?
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Post by texican on Jul 23, 2019 14:03:25 GMT -6
Some may notice that ALL my characters are NOT pc. Even the boys who are the youngest of them all so far, know right from wrong. It's the same way with the Second American Revolution stories with those people simply fed up with politician's/liberal pc bullsh*t. Some where in the dark depths of my older computer, I started writing about Dwayne, Ben's younger brother and his outlook on being Affected and Ben. Unlike The Shadow, those 2 are NOT like peas in a pod. Dwayne believes Obummer is THE greatest president the U.S. has ever seen, with Hildabeast being a close second if only she had been given the chance instead of it having been stolen from her. Think I got all of 2 pages of that written. All righttttt.... Another story or part of this one.... The wife and I were in Austin Texas managing cell tower construction when the jets hit the Tower and we watched the second jet hit the tower then watched the Towers fall.... We left and went to the construction sites and the hate for what happened was livid for what just happened.... and has not gone away.... The complete truth about the Towers has not been totally revealed to the American people.... The only plane allowed to fly out of America was Saudi Arabian.... Just how big was the payoff for this and to whom? Texican...
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Post by papaof2 on Jul 23, 2019 15:14:07 GMT -6
And where was everyone when 9-11 went down? After I retired (the first time - I think that's now up to four times ;-), I went back to college to complete my degree in Information Systems. I was in class at a local university (don't remember the subject, although I remember the classroom). When someone came in with the report, the big screen TVs went from slide displays to CNN for the rest of the hour. With no reason to hurry home (wife was at work), I also went to the next class to see how people were responding. You can always tell a physical fitness nut - the PE instructor (required class) wanted to continue with her scheduled lecture but was convinced otherwise so we got another hour of CNN. Then I went home. I don't have the vehicle radio on much but I did on the way home that day... It was a good day for comfort food sales, as my wife was one of many thousands who stopped by the grocery store and came home with a bag of chips, cookies and ice cream. That was early in my prepping days, but we still had a week or more of food in the pantry. We have a little more than that now.
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Post by willc453 on Jul 23, 2019 17:18:42 GMT -6
Sorry, but didn't explain my question about 9-11 like I should of. I meant, what were all those superhero's doing on that day? Read somewhere in the 1st(?) Spiderman movie, they showed Spidey slinging his way around the towers, but after the attack, they dropped it from the movie.
As far as that day was concerned, was headed for work when I heard about an airplane slamming into one of the towers. I just shook my head, thinking, well this has happened before. A B-25 was flying into NYC when it had heavy fog and slammed into the Empire State building back in the 40's and this is what I thought was happening again. Check Google and there are photos of this accident. Made sure I got a copy of the local newspaper when this news was printed. The Reno air races were also going on at the time and shortly after the attack, Bush canceled ALL commercial flights in the U.S. You either landed that plane at the nearest airport or it was going to be shot down.
As to Ben's brother Dwayne's story, that will be a separate story, also under The Affected series. As to the boys vs the girls staring down each other.... there are times the boys lose, but other times, they tell the girls flat out, you don't want to know. And yes, the girls do know about getting the bad buys wanted by the FBI, but they don't know where/how these larger amounts of money are coming from. They're ticked because their dads WON'T tell them. And if wondering, their dads are also wondering, but having met the boys, they know it has nothing to do with drugs, etc. And remember no good deed goes unpunished? That's in the next chapter....along with some other ideas I just thought of.
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