After finishing your sandwich you poked your head out from under the table cloth. A sliding glass door was open but it looked like there was some foot traffic, some men but mostly women in black and white uniforms coming in and out at irregular intervals. You thought you might be able to make a dash and hid behind some bushes not too far from the door. That might give you some cover. Before you could psych yourself up to make a move three knew persons came out through the door. You only got a brief look because they came towards you at a quick paise and you ducked back under the table hoping you hadn't been seen. It had looked like one man and two women.
Shadows filtered around the table you were hiding under and then there was a sound as somethings larger and heavier were moved closer. A second later a large human food poked into your hiding spot pulling away some of the table cloth. You ducked back looking at the intruder but then your heal struck the tip of something and you spun around looking down to see a large...something on the ground. Took your brain a moment to catch up. The thing on the ground was the tip of a large shoe, a loafer of some kind (the man). Looking back the foot that was now in the air...You could see beyond the now partially lifted table cloth that there were two large legs and the foot was connected to one crossed over the other. The other foot was from a woman and she was wearing some kind of thick wedges. The woman's legs were in some kind of short pants from what you could tell. So the giants had set up around the table. But wasn't there a third?
In answer to your mental quarry a shadow appears next to the man and woman's leg...this one bare, slipped in under the table but was along the ground. It was clearly a woman's strappy staddle complete with dark red painted toenails. You could hear voices but hadn't been paying close attention until just at that moment.
"I LOVE WHAT YOU'VE DONE WITH THE YARD, CAROL." - Unknown Woman
"OH, DARLA, THANKYOU!" - CAROL
You quickly discerned that the strappy sandals was Mrs. Carol, You're smoking hot neighbor. So the other woman in the wedges must be this Darla.
"AND THE GIRLS ARE AWAY WITH THEIR FATHER?" - Man
"YES, JOHN. AFTER THE PARTY I HAVE THE HOUSE TO MYSELF FOR THE WHOLE WEEKEND." - Carol
Something in the way Carol had said weekend caught your notice but you couldn't say way. You had to move back risking knocking into Darla's handing foot when Carol's sandaled foot slid further under the table towards, John. A second after that happened Darla uncrossed her legs and you got blindsided by the chunky sole of her wedge as it shifted. Sprawling from the impact you went forward and through the table cloth hit something solid...it was John's leg. You blinked and stepped back thinking you had been discovered.
"I'M SORRY, DEAR, DID I KICK YOU?" - Darla
"N-NO, HONEY, I DON'T THINK SO." - John
You squatted down as Darla's other foot now rose into the air. Putting your hand to your temple you felt a sting...it felt hot to the touch...probably going to swell and give you a black eye or something. Looking at your hand as you pulled it away there was only a little blood.
While you were tending to your injury the sandaled foot rose up and from your side of the table cloth rubbed itself up and down where you hand run into John's leg just moments ago. Wait a minute. Didn't this guy and the woman call each other, "Dear," and "Honey," or something? Were they together? Then why was Carol playing footsy?
You didn't have time to ponder that as the conversation continued.
"SO WE ARE GOING TO HAVE A BLAST TONIGHT. I WAS ABLET TO PUT TOGETHER SOME WONDERFUL GAMES AND EVENTUALLY WE ARE ALL HEADING OUT TO A WINE BAR THAT I HAVE RESERVED. - Carol
"OH, GAMES? DUE TELL." - Darla
"YES. MOST OF THEM HAVE BEEN SET UP IN THE LIVING ROOM AND DINNING ROOM. JUST SOME NAUGHTY THING TO SCANDALIZE THAT PRUDE, MEGAN. I HAVE THE REST STORED UP IN MY BEDROOM. WE CAN SET THEM UP LATER AFTER EVERYONE HAS HAD TIME TO LOOSEN UP."
"I OF COURSE WILL BE WITH THE GALANT GROOM TO BE. SO I'LL MISS ALL THIS MYSTERIOUS FUN YOU LADIES HAVE PLANNED" - John
The sandaled leg went up and down again rubbing up on John. "OH, I'M SURE IF YOU ARE NICE SOMEONE WILL TELL YOU ALL ABOUT IT."
Her room - that must be where the remote was. You started to think of how you could get out of here. Problem was no matter which side of the table you leave from someone is going to likely see you. How can you get the guests and Carol to leave?
Taking a que from Carla you figured out she was flirting with John. Maybe if you mess with Darla she will do something. But how? You could try playing "Footsy" with her. Maybe she would react and they would leave. It was a bit of a stretch.
You could pull down the table cloth and try to over turn the tea service...that would cause enough ciaos for you to maybe escape. But it would be risky because you would literally be destroying your only clover at the moment.
Or maybe just sit this out and wait for the "grown-ups" to finish and leave on their own...however long that may take.
Shadows filtered around the table you were hiding under and then there was a sound as somethings larger and heavier were moved closer. A second later a large human food poked into your hiding spot pulling away some of the table cloth. You ducked back looking at the intruder but then your heal struck the tip of something and you spun around looking down to see a large...something on the ground. Took your brain a moment to catch up. The thing on the ground was the tip of a large shoe, a loafer of some kind (the man). Looking back the foot that was now in the air...You could see beyond the now partially lifted table cloth that there were two large legs and the foot was connected to one crossed over the other. The other foot was from a woman and she was wearing some kind of thick wedges. The woman's legs were in some kind of short pants from what you could tell. So the giants had set up around the table. But wasn't there a third?
In answer to your mental quarry a shadow appears next to the man and woman's leg...this one bare, slipped in under the table but was along the ground. It was clearly a woman's strappy staddle complete with dark red painted toenails. You could hear voices but hadn't been paying close attention until just at that moment.
"I LOVE WHAT YOU'VE DONE WITH THE YARD, CAROL." - Unknown Woman
"OH, DARLA, THANKYOU!" - CAROL
You quickly discerned that the strappy sandals was Mrs. Carol, You're smoking hot neighbor. So the other woman in the wedges must be this Darla.
"AND THE GIRLS ARE AWAY WITH THEIR FATHER?" - Man
"YES, JOHN. AFTER THE PARTY I HAVE THE HOUSE TO MYSELF FOR THE WHOLE WEEKEND." - Carol
Something in the way Carol had said weekend caught your notice but you couldn't say way. You had to move back risking knocking into Darla's handing foot when Carol's sandaled foot slid further under the table towards, John. A second after that happened Darla uncrossed her legs and you got blindsided by the chunky sole of her wedge as it shifted. Sprawling from the impact you went forward and through the table cloth hit something solid...it was John's leg. You blinked and stepped back thinking you had been discovered.
"I'M SORRY, DEAR, DID I KICK YOU?" - Darla
"N-NO, HONEY, I DON'T THINK SO." - John
You squatted down as Darla's other foot now rose into the air. Putting your hand to your temple you felt a sting...it felt hot to the touch...probably going to swell and give you a black eye or something. Looking at your hand as you pulled it away there was only a little blood.
While you were tending to your injury the sandaled foot rose up and from your side of the table cloth rubbed itself up and down where you hand run into John's leg just moments ago. Wait a minute. Didn't this guy and the woman call each other, "Dear," and "Honey," or something? Were they together? Then why was Carol playing footsy?
You didn't have time to ponder that as the conversation continued.
"SO WE ARE GOING TO HAVE A BLAST TONIGHT. I WAS ABLET TO PUT TOGETHER SOME WONDERFUL GAMES AND EVENTUALLY WE ARE ALL HEADING OUT TO A WINE BAR THAT I HAVE RESERVED. - Carol
"OH, GAMES? DUE TELL." - Darla
"YES. MOST OF THEM HAVE BEEN SET UP IN THE LIVING ROOM AND DINNING ROOM. JUST SOME NAUGHTY THING TO SCANDALIZE THAT PRUDE, MEGAN. I HAVE THE REST STORED UP IN MY BEDROOM. WE CAN SET THEM UP LATER AFTER EVERYONE HAS HAD TIME TO LOOSEN UP."
"I OF COURSE WILL BE WITH THE GALANT GROOM TO BE. SO I'LL MISS ALL THIS MYSTERIOUS FUN YOU LADIES HAVE PLANNED" - John
The sandaled leg went up and down again rubbing up on John. "OH, I'M SURE IF YOU ARE NICE SOMEONE WILL TELL YOU ALL ABOUT IT."
Her room - that must be where the remote was. You started to think of how you could get out of here. Problem was no matter which side of the table you leave from someone is going to likely see you. How can you get the guests and Carol to leave?
Taking a que from Carla you figured out she was flirting with John. Maybe if you mess with Darla she will do something. But how? You could try playing "Footsy" with her. Maybe she would react and they would leave. It was a bit of a stretch.
You could pull down the table cloth and try to over turn the tea service...that would cause enough ciaos for you to maybe escape. But it would be risky because you would literally be destroying your only clover at the moment.
Or maybe just sit this out and wait for the "grown-ups" to finish and leave on their own...however long that may take.
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June 10, 2023
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