“Uh...oh...” there was silence as Julie pondered this, “So what do you want me to do about it?”
“Slip your roof key under the door.” Margaret replied, “I'll be by in just a second. Don't open the door, just slip it under, got that?”
“Uh....you really did kill somebody, didn't you?” came a less sleepy voice.
“Just don't open your door.” Margaret said and hung up.
Ep 13, Chapter 6
Margaret had a lot of stuff to carry with her, and it would look very suspicious if she were recorded going anywhere, especially places she would normally never go, on the building's closed circuit television system.
Fortunately, being no strangers to trouble, she and all the band members knew where every camera in the building was, and she and the other band members had craftily made special slides which would clip to magnets they carefully embedded in the ceiling, which could be put up and taken down in a flash.
She knew exactly when to reach her long arms up and place the narrow translucent strip of film in front of the proper location, and then she would move quickly to the next destination, placing that clip just at the right moment as well.
On fixed cameras, she would pull out a jacket marked with 'Los Angeles Angels' on it stuff her hair under a ball cap with the same logo at one, because one tenant was a member of the team, and for the other, she already had a specific biker jacket on under the baseball jacket, and a helmet in the Los Angeles Angels duffel bag.
This was only done with a lot of practice and sleight of hand, but she and the girls got it all worked out with one of the previous guards who worked here before he retired.
Finally making it to the rooftop access, she entered the pass card she got from the old man into the slot and opened the door with just a quiet swish.
Once upon the roof top, pulled on some rubber gloves, went to the end of the long row of massive air conditioners and with a small tool from her jacket pocket, she opened up the service port for the intake filters.
Carefully dislodging the massive air filter, she pulled the boots out of the duffel bag and strapped them up inside the air intake only millimeters from the huge spinning fan blades which threatened to suck her and the boots inside.
Once they were secure, she replaced the filter and re-affixed the service hatch.
She would have to find a way to deal with them later, should there actually be an investigation.
She carefully re-traced her steps, taking down the film strips as she went, slipping the card key back under Julie's door and finally making her way to her own apartment.
Grabbing the room temperature beer, she popped the top, took a swig, walked to her computer, selected her e-mail and opened it up.
"Oh my God." she gasped, staring at the contents in utter disbelief.
There was a digital signature code good for six first class round trip tickets to Tokyo, Japan.
Episode 14
“Bunny Love”
“What the hell!” Margaret shouted over the phone at Janice, “We can't do this!”
It was 2:23 am, the phone was on speaker, and the whole band was in her apartment listening.
“You backing out of the largest venue in the free world?” Janice demanded in disbelief, “This is the Kintoka Center we're talking about! There is nothing bigger, nothing greater, nothing more ultimately awesome on the planet in this year or any years since the Roman gladiatorial days or the Grecian Olympic games!”
“I CAN'T TAKE BUNNYDAMMIT!” Marge shouted furiously.
“But don't her parents come from Japan?” Janice pleaded desperately.
“Hell!” she shouted, then stopped ranting to consider this... “I guess so.”
“So get her PARENTS to take her!”
“WHAAAAAAAT?” she cried, “Are you NUTS?”
“Think about it,” Janice was urgently trying to pitch this to Margaret, “We'll re-schedule for some time like her birthday or some other important event, and we simply 'serendipitously' schedule the show accordingly!”
“Hmmmm...” Marge mulled this over, looking around at the girls in the room, although they had come here mostly asleep, they were now not only wide awake, but their hearts were pounding with anticipation.
“Well,” Tammy said, “It sounds workable,” looking around as well.
“I say go for it.” Rachel declared, “Most artists never get what we've had so far, let along a shot at the very top like this.”
“I agree.” Lily seconded that.
“Julie?” Marge asked.
“Wow...” she had a distant, 'spaced out' look, but she finally said, “This night had been so incredible, I wonder if I'm dreaming.”
“Is that a yes or a no?” Marge prompted.
“Oh,” she said looking distracted, “Its a yes.”
“You don't sound enthused.” Rachel observed.
“I think...” Julie said, looking around at nothing in particular, “I think shock would be the best word.”
Ep 14, Chapter 2
“So Bunny,” Margaret asked while they reclined watching music videos on Jacqueline's bed, “When is the next time your family is likely to go back to Japan?”
“I don't know,” Jacqueline replied, “Why?”
“Because we got invited to play on the same stage as your Skikimi Mikato.”
Jacqueline gasped then as her dainty little hands reflexively patted together like a baby would, squealing out in a very high pitched squeak, “Really!”
“Yep,” Margaret confirmed, “But there's only one problem.”
“Ohhhh...” Jacqueline drooped, since that was something her parents would often say, which would normally mean it was totally out of the question. “Its okay, we don't have to go then.”
“No-no-no-no...wait-wait-wait!” Marge said, “Its workable!... I think...”
“It is?” Jacqueline asked, “When papa says 'there's only one problem' it means 'no'.”
“Oh man!” Marge replied surprised, “What a mean thing to do to a little -” she caught herself and changed back to the original subject, “What I meant to say is that we need to find a time when your family is already planning on going to Japan so that we can book the show then!”
“But we don't live in Tokyo.” Jacqueline remained despondent.
“But it could be done, right?” Margaret asked, “All you have to do is get to Japan and we can take care of everything else!”
“REALLY?!” she squealed so loudly Marge winced in pain, “That would be so super awesome!”
“You just find a way to get to Japan, let us know when it will be, at least two weeks beforehand and I'll take care of the rest, okay?”
“You bet!” she shouted, then lurched up, wrapping her little arms around the larger girls neck and passionately kissing her.
“Mmffff!” was the only possible response to the surprise romantic assault before gently closing her arms around the dainty waist and enjoying the wonderful moment.
Ep 14, Chapter 3
They kissed for what seemed like an eternity while various videos played in the background, but the footsteps of the house maid could not be hidden from Jacqueline even in this heightened state of excitement.
Pulling back suddenly and saying in a soft, husky tone, “She's coming.”
“Oh-oh!” Margaret reached past her purse, pulled out a tissue and wiped Jacqueline's lips where the lipstick showed up, then tossed it into her purse.
“What about you?” Jacqueline asked.
“Oh!” she replied grabbing another tissue.
She was still wiping her mouth when the light came on, but Bunny was sitting on her own pillow, knees pulled up, remote in hand.
Margaret slipped the tissue into her mouth and resisted a wince as the terrible combination of nasty tasting lotion, lipstick and shredded paper invaded her mouth like an assault of road kill dipped in stale gasoline.
Anna stepped into the room, saying, “Bed time bunnies, and that means separate beds in se
parate rooms across town.”
At that exact moment, she pulled out a small video chip, walked to the player and slipped it in.
There, in enhanced low light, coming apparently from a position located directly in the center of the giant screen, a video displayed the two girls in their passionate embrace, as well as their reaction to having lipstick on each other, only without their words, since the sound of the video playing drowned out most of what they said, other than when Jacqueline squealed “really” so loudly, and that was not quite distinguishable.
“You kids think we old people don't know what you do in here...” then in a very bold move, reached right down and yanked the tissue out of Margret’s cheek where she had thought it was cleverly hidden, “You would never survive gulag.”
“Ummm...” Margaret looked ashamed and blushed.
“And you 'Bunny',” she frowned, “What's with you all this way lately?”
“I,” her little voice trembled, her own face looking all wilty and meek, seeing as she had seen herself caught red lipped on top of Margaret, obviously the aggressor of this romance, “You know...” looking down, “Its like...ummm....'bunny love' I guess?” turning her eyes back toward Anna, trying to look pitiful.
“I think you need a chastity belt.”
“What is that?” Jacqueline asked.
“You don't want one.” Margaret mumbled nervously.
“Its a way to keep THAT,” pointing at the child's small but obviously throbbing member poking up through her pajamas making a small wet spot, “from making MORE bunnies in THERE.” pointing at Margret’s even wetter school uniform skirt.
“Ummmmm...” Jacqueline quavered, shaking visibly, “Are you going to tell?”
Anna rubbed her face with the palm of her hands in disbelief while shaking her head, “You children, I swear.”
“We never do anything but kiss!” Jacqueline insisted, “I've never even...” she blushed deeply at the thought, her face taking on an expression of deep realization of what she was saying, knowing how her own body felt, “...touched...her.”
“Wow my god.” Anna looked at the ceiling perplexed, “I would never thought you Jacqueline would be the type.” she half gasped a sharp breath of consternation, “I can't believe you are making moves on an older woman like this.”
“Is that bad?” she asked in the most innocent manner.
“Gk...ahhhhhhhhhhh” Anna exhaled slowly in disbelief, “How could this child be acting so naïve after all of the careful lecturing and teaching her grandparents had given her?” she thought to herself, “Did you forget EVERYTHING Grandma Shunokio told you?”
“About sex?” she asked still acting innocently but blushing deeply.
At this point, Margaret was blushing deeply too, pondering her stockinged feet, the slimy wetness between her legs, the lecture on the birds and the bees... “I can't believe I have come to this point in my life!” she thought to herself feeling quite dazed as well as her face seemed to be on fire all the way down to her sternum, “I don't know if I want to run, cry, or plead for my life!”
“Gods!” Anna stepped one foot out in front of her, placing one hand on her hip, and one over her mouth as she gazed heavenward, then letting her head slump, her long amber curls covering her face, “Just go to bed you two...” pointing at the door while Margaret hastily and clumsily got into her big black buckled boots, grabbed her purse and whispered, “Good night Bunny!” and dashed out the door.
A few seconds passed after Margaret left the room before Anna flipped her head back up, sending her hair flying in an arc, “And YOU young missy,” she focused on Jacqueline, “Wash your privates before you go to bed and put on clean pajamas.” taking another deep breath, “I'm going to have a hard time getting THAT out of your underwear as it is!” then shaking her head again, she turned and left the room, Jacqueline looking forlornly after her.
Ep 14, Chapter 4
Jacqueline followed her instructions, pulled out fresh bra, panties and pajamas, and shuffled into the bathroom, closing the door and turning on the tap, letting the water fill the tub.
As she pulled off the pajamas, she felt the small slimy wet spot, and although she could not see it, she rubbed her fingers in it just mesmerized by the implications of it.
The voice of Anna came back to her memory, “Its a way to keep THAT from making MORE bunnies in THERE!”
“I could make Margie pregnant?” she whispered to herself softy.
Images of Margaret pregnant were not easy for her to formulate, seeing as she had little experience with pregnancy and had never seen any images clearly, being as photos on paper or any type of screen other than the one in her room were shaky and blurry at best. Still, for some time, she struggled to form the image in her mind deliberately.
She was brought back to herself by the sound of water splattering over the side of the tub onto the floor.
“Oh!” she squeaked, dropping the pajama bottoms and reaching to shut off the water.
Stripping off her bra and panties, she stepped into the warm water, quite aware that her lower half was still feeling very unusual.
The blurry memory of the events of the nightclub came, and the memories of kissing Margaret came on top of those, making her swell back up quickly.
Grabbing it and pulling on it, even though she could not see it, she felt its presence as it struggled to be something, or go some place she was totally unaware of.
She pulled on it, remembering the last time how it felt, and imagined something she knew she was not supposed to, of being on top of Margaret while kissing her, but without her panties like right now.
“Margie...” she called out softly, closing her eyes remembering the image of them kissing on the bed as seen by the hidden camera in the player, “I....I....I want you...”
The sensations rushed up much more powerfully than before, making her gasp and arch her back as they ran through her.
Streamers of milky material shot out into the water like long white worms curling around in their excitement to escape the confinement of her body.
“Oh-h-h-h-h-h-hhhh!” she shuddered, blushing deeply, “Margie...!” she whispered in the heat of her passion.
Ep 14, Chapter 5
Margaret had the forethought to bring extra sanitary napkins and before she left, she had excused herself to the bathroom across the hall where she changed out the gooey dripping one.
Still, by the time she had gotten home, after five close calls of nearly hitting other cars on the freeway, she could not get the scene out of her mind.
She was already soaked before she even got out of her car.
As she carefully looked around for trouble, she moved to the elevators and stepped in looking expectantly for trouble.
As the got in, she stared at the ceiling as if somebody would drop through the hatch any moment, but while the ride was short, her mind wandered to the powerfully compelling kisses of those plush soft lips, the heaving chest with the immense breasts pressing against her mediocre breasts threatening to take her over by sheer force of presence.
She could feel herself inside.
The last time she had felt like this was the night she tried to date Julie.
In a way, the memory was somewhat bittersweet, and now they were best of friends still, but in her heart of hearts, she had always known it was for the best.
Now, however, that feeling was back and even stronger!
In fact, she was now aware that what she felt and experienced with Jacqueline was much greater on so many levels.
Thinking back, as the elevator opened, even as she carefully scanned the halls for strangers strategically positioned to attack, she heard the words Anna had said, “Its a way to keep THAT from making MORE bunnies in THERE!”
Even though Jacqueline could not see, clearly, she knew full well what Anna was saying and pointing at.
And when Jacqueline said, “About sex?” in such an open, unashamed and innocent manner, it just made something inside Mar
garet curl up and clench in reflexive shock.
“How could she be so innocent and yet so understanding?” she wondered to herself as she unlocked the electronic lock on her door and slipped in.
There were messages on the computer waiting for her attention, so she thought she would hurry to tend to them, hoping to distract herself from the thoughts racing through her eighteen year old head.
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