Stolen Identity Ch 6Summer caught her breath, even though she didn't need oxygen to breathe. Spotting the ford escape in her mirrors, she quickly spun around and sped to catch up just enough to follow without getting too close. She didn't need to cause an accident for herself or anyone else.
Her radio switched over to the CCC channel. "Gregory, can you hear me?"
I was watching a group of young girls leave the acrobatic studio, accompanied by their lovely of age older sisters. Good times.
The beeping from the CCC bluetooth headset made me jump. Grumbling, I pulled it out of my pocket and put it on. "Yeah?"
Summer was driving along the main road back across town. "Where are you? We've got trouble."
"How much trouble?"
"Shelly's been kidnapped... I lost her. I couldn't get back to her in time... she got drenched by a puddle..."
"Slow down... what? She changed back into a mermaid?" I asked.
Gloop Ch 5We fanned out to explore the underlevels of the Chase Labs complex. Although those halls were filled with pipes and dank corners, the space was well lit and comfortable... for a dank basement. But even a familar park can become a place of evil, given the proper incentive.
Shelly was exploring the inns and outs of her super soaker as she and I walked down the central hall on the lab complex's main floor. We were heading towards the central elevator.
"You say these came out in 1990? This thing sure doesn't feel like a water gun... more like a laser... except with this pump on it," Shelly said.
"Don't overpump the thing. One thing I discovered about these is that they're only really good for a single season of use. If these super soakers freeze they're worthless," I replied.
She pumpled the barrel several times. "Wait... tell me again why am I holding this, anyways? Won't distilled water give me a tail
Stolen Identity Ch 5Inside of thirty minutes, Shelly and I had planted one of the 'intervene' tracking chips in Spurmann's mailbox and were waiting at Calico Jack's. Michelle walked in several moments later and joined us at the table.
"Hope I didn't keep you too long. Someone wanted to kick the tires," Michelle replied.
"Kick the... what?" Shelly asked.
"I took care of them though. Have you ordered already?"
I handed her a menu. "Not yet. The special is tortilla soup, but I remembered you hate it when I order for you."
"And that remains true now," Michelle replied. "Let's see what's on the cold plate."
After a fine meal, both Shelly and I had finished our fajitas. Michelle's chicken ranch tacos were an excellent choice, as she didn't have to leave the table once. We were about to pay the check when someone approached the table.
"No way! It can't be... Michelle?"
Michelle sighed. "Kevin?"
He sat do
Gloop Ch 4Shelly ran outside the lab door to find Michelle on all fours in the parking area, her body stretching and expanding as she transformed into Summer.
"Michelle, wait! Let me come with you... let's talk about this!" Shelly cried.
Michelle's lower body had already transformed, and her head was changing as she spoke - even though her lips were transforming and could not move normally. "What's to discuss?"
"Running away... it's not going to solve anything!" Shelly cried. She had wanted to say driving away, but she didn't because she knew the words were roughly the same.
Summer finished transforming and started her engine. "My friends should not fight with each other... I just can't handle it!"
Shelly dove for Summer's trunk as she drove forwards. Summer took the corner slowly as Shelly held on.
"Get off me! Shelly, you're going to get hurt!"
"I'll come with you, let's talk about this! Please!" Shelly cried.
Stolen Identity Ch 4Contrary to both their assumptions, I was ready and packed within five minutes. I won't guarantee that the clothes were ironed... but Sunday morning we were all set to go. Summer drove us to the light rail station, and from there the three of us rode the train and walked to the ticket counter.
Checking in was effortless. Michelle, Shelly and I each showed our identification and within twenty minutes we waited in the security line. Shoes came off, pockets emptied, purses all but dumped and wallets deposited. An hour later, we had our possessions returned and were meeting with the gate agent as we readied for our flight.
"Ahh yes, Mr. Claxion. TSA returned this to you... apparently it fell out of your carry-on back through security." The gate agent handed me a thick clasp envelope.
I slipped it into my carry on. "Thank you."
"Your seats are in row 37. Have a nice flight!"
Once we were board
Gloop Ch 3I went to work reverting Summer back into Michelle as Alex and Collette worked to secure the ray. Shelly and Dr. Chase then went to the storage room below and collected the magnatron, which just barely fit inside of the lab elevator.
Upstairs, Alex and I attempted to gather Deanna, which had all but devolved into a gelationous mass, into a single area. Using my pearl for telekenisis, I lifted her pudding-like form into the air and inside of the magnatron, which Dr. Chase hooked up to a power source and activated once Deanna was about the shape and size of a large cloudlike beach ball. Now safely contained, Deanna did not seem to show any life signs.
I went over to Michelle and inspected her left hand, which was bleeding and cut in several places but not severly injured. "How is it?"
"I've had worse by driving over those stop spikes before," Michelle replied, rubbing her hands warmly.
Until now, I had never carried a handkerchef, but it
He calls me his Bella. Perhaps it is an appropriate name... I was born in Italy, after all. My beauty is also unsurpassed... a fact I am often reminded of.
He frequently shows me off to his friends, new and old. I have yet to feel ashamed of myself, for I know he treats me with the utmost adoration when we are alone. In fact, I rather enjoy the attention, especially when they take photos of me in the sunset. I am always beautiful and flawless, so I'm constantly prepared for impromptu photo sessions.
Our strongest bond lies in our adventures through the countryside. We ride through the hills and dales of the countryside at high speeds, caressing every curve as an artist paints a canvas. Sometimes I wish he'd caress my curves more frequently... I miss his loving touch.
But I welcome the warm baths we take together. He refuses to get soap on himself, but I know that he loves seeing my body covere
Stolen Identity Ch 3Up north, Shelly and I were also out at dinner. The resort had a steakhouse on premises, and by some strange twist of fate... by that I mean genie magic, of course, it was all expenses paid. Filet and shrimp with fresh vegetables on the side were a fantastic meal, as was Shelly's roasted chicken with rice pilaf and vegetables. Both also came with salads, bread, and dessert.
So much for that diet. At the end of the meal, both of us had only eaten half and managed to save enough leftovers for another meal. Dessert included.
"I'll place these into boxes for you folks. Will there be anything else this evening?"
I chuckled. "All expenses paid, right? I'm tempted to order food for the next week... especially more of that peanut butter dessert of yours."
"Yes, it's quite popular," the server replied. "But you don't really want to order all that, do you? How would you carry it home?"
Claxions Birthday Ch 3We watched the show, and a movie later that night. The following couple of days I had to work, but that didn't mean that things didn't go on around the house. Things did- in fact, for a whole three weeks- before we had received any such letter. While I hadn't exactly thought much of it, Shelly had begun to wonder when it would arrive.
The mail had come that day just as I got home from work, and I picked it out of the mail box and casually brought it inside.
No sooner had I closed the door and headed for the dining room table, I was tackled by Shelly who saw the letters in my hands.
"Ooph! Augh was that really necessary?" I asked, as I picked myself up while she scrambled through the letters.
"Darn no letter today, either although, this one's addressed to me," she said.
"Yeah, that's a letter from Better Homes and Gardens, asking you to subscribe," I said, looking at the return address label.