8. Stephanie on Guard

Caroline and I entered the great room from the kitchen. Stephanie stood at attention in the other doorway, which led to the front hallway, facing us. Considering that she was dressed in the frilly white baby-doll pajamas from the Opening Ceremony, she looked considerably out of her element standing guard, stern-faced and rigid.

 

Caroline whispered in my ear, "In this one, I get to have some fun."

 

"Who goes there?" Stephanie called out authoritatively as she dropped into a fighting posture, ready for anything.

 

Caroline put a finger to her lips to indicate that my reply was unnecessary. Then, with a broad smile on her lips, she dropped to all fours and began to crawl toward where Stephanie stood.

 

"Who goes there?" Stephanie barked out again.

 

Caroline ignored her and continued to crawl toward her on hands and knees.

 

Almost faster than I could see, Stephanie burst into action, leaping to within a foot of where Caroline crouched and kicking her wickedly in the shoulder. Caroline flew up and onto her back.

 

Stephanie pounced again, dropping her knee onto Caroline's neck.

 

Caroline jerked once, then lay still, her arms spread, her head turned toward the door, her legs bent into something like a 'W'.

 

"Now, who the hell are you?" Stephanie asked, standing over Caroline's supine form.

 

She kicked Caroline's legs out of the 'W', and searched her from head to toe, flipped her over onto her stomach, and searched her from toe to head.

 

Apparently finding nothing, she stood next to Caroline's "body," feet together, arms at her sides. With a stern face, she scanned the rest of the room.

 

Yet, from where I was, I could see that she missed something. In the hallway behind her, Tina, dressed in her white sleeveless mock-turtle sweater and pantyhose, crept behind her. Tina had a high-volume water gun slung by a thick black strap over her shoulder. She inched closer and closer as Stephanie stood oblivious.

 

Then, suddenly, she struck, grabbing Stephanie's head with both hands and twisting. There was an audible snap.

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The look of surprise on Stephanie's face remained frozen, her dead-doll eyes wide, as she swayed a moment, then dropped hard to the floor, landing across Caroline's legs.

 

Tina unslung her water gun, pumped it several times, and doused Stephanie and Caroline (and the carpet) with water. Stephanie flopped like a fish on a pier, finally coming to rest on her back at Caroline's feet.

 

Tina pumped the gun again. I started to tell her that I was pretty sure Stephanie was dead now when I saw she had something else in mind.

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Tina stepped over Caroline and Stephanie's forms, turned the water gun to point at her own heart, and pulled the trigger.

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Water drenched her sweater, face and hair. Her eyes closed, a peaceful look on her face, Tina dropped the weapon and fell backward onto Stephanie, landing with a wet splat; on the redhead's prone body.

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As I moved forward to get a better look, I noticed a white envelope on the floor just on the other side of the doorway. "Tommy" was written across it.

 

I stepped over the wet carnage of Caroline, Tina, and Stephanie and opened the envelope. Inside was an index card:

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Tina (hose) in the great room

 

and a note:

 

Tommy, Surprise!

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When you're done, give yourself a bathroom break and then head to the kitchen.

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I'm dead now, but I think you'll find additional guidance when you need it.

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Love, Caroline

 

PS: You mind helping me get out of this wet dress? I'm dead on my feet tonight.

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Mind? She's got to be kidding.

 

I started with Tina. Last down, first done, I suppose.

 

The water gun had done a very good job of soaking the front of Tina's sweater, as well as her face and some of her hair.. The back of the sweater, I soon found out, had been dampened pretty well also, mainly from her contact with the drenched Stephanie. It took me a minute to work the thing up to her shoulders. I could see now that she had on a plain white bra underneath.

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Stepping around, I pulled the wet sweater quickly off her the rest of the way, causing her arms and hair to dance for a second or two before resting in a tangled mess.

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I grabbed those arms and dragged her clear of Stephanie.

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Stephanie lay on her stomach in a very wet patch of carpet. Near her left hand lay a craft stick, snapped in two. That must have been how she managed the sound effect.

 

Stephanie's curly red hair was noticeably straighter and darker after its soaking. A strand of hair lay across her nose and water was slowly dripping down her face. She did not move at all in response.

 

The wet bottoms of her baby-dolls slid without too much difficulty down her dripping limp legs, fully revealing the white thong underneath.

 

Feeling that this part of the scene wasn't challenging enough for the Stephanie I knew, I gave her behind a little swat. No reaction at all. She was completely "dead."

 

That left Caroline. Her mini-dress had a zipper down the back which I pulled. I rolled the limp lovely onto her back. Removing the dress to reveal her black strapless bikini was fairly simple, but I took my time, and enjoyed watching her arms and torso and legs and feet flow through the dress at my command.

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On Caroline's note, I wrote "Caroline (minidress) in the great room. 10." I left it on her stomach before leaving the room.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Continue The Game (9. Zombies)

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