Lets Party 2 elisnewbeginnings.blogspot.com/2012/06/fantasy-friday-lets-party-part-2.html

I am not sure why the background changed on my post. I apologize in advance!!! 

So without further ado......

The week passed quickly. The unfortunate incident still foremost in their minds since they kept finding evidence that someone was coming into their yard and digging around the cherry trees searching for something. As her arm and ankle healed things seemed rosier.

Sunday evening came quickly and Claire was sitting on their bed while Michael finished packing for his 9 pm flight. Since she had been working from home and he needed to be at school during the summer, she washed everything he needed.  It was a simple matter for him to pack quickly. Hopefully they would be able to spend some time before they left for the airport.

“Claire, you are planning on staying at Colleen and Allen’s for this week I am gone? Don’t plan on a bait and switch!” Michael was feeling nervous about this trip. He knew he was being adamant but he worried that Claire was going to do something foolish, especially since she was like a dog with a bone trying to solve the mystery.

Listen buddy, I may spend some time with Myrna and the girls since their husbands will also be out of town on a job.” She thought quietly….and trying to find a solution to their torn apart yard.

“Claire I am not the enemy here! Please don’t treat me like I am stupid, I find that makes my palm itch!”

“I think you are being absolutely ridiculous for worrying so much.” she frowned. “Seriously, I have lived by myself before. I do not deed a babysitter.”

“We have gone over this  he sighed ad nauseum aggravated. It is entirely different since there are people coming into our yard every night to dig for something. I shouldn’t have to remind you that those pranksters, as you called them, threw a large rock at you this past week. On top of that ‘little’ problem, you were here when your brother explained that this house was one of four other homes in the area where this is occurring. Something is going on.”

“So…it’s probably a bunch of kids holding all of us hostage with their prank.” She remarked in an irritated voice. “I do not want to stop and put my life on hold. I have a wedding to plan and work to earn a living! During the day I need to meet with the ladies to plan.  Then I get so mad when thinking all of my art supplies are here and I do my best work at night….sometimes!” She needed to add the sometimes, since he knew exactly how she worked and when.

 He knew she wasn’t taking the danger with the concern needed. He stopped packing and looked at her, frowning.

Noticing Michaels look, she quickly reassured him that she would make sure she was either at Colleen’s or with the girls. She said it that way on purpose so she wasn’t lying- if she came back to work in the evening she would have someone here with her.

Michael knew Claire was messing with him so he extracted a promise from her that she would not sleep in the house until he came back.

“Claire… are we clear about my expectations?” She nodded her head even if she thought he was being over protective.

 “I promise that you will be very sorry if you disobey me on this. If you do anything to put yourself in danger you will not sit for a week.”

Looking at the big guy she said, “Like that is going to happen. Can we get past this so we can have some fun before you leave…?”

“Oh I have the perfect idea, a way to kill two birds with one stone.”

Michael sat on the bed and gently tugged Claire on his lap. She loved this; he was such a fantastic and attentive man.  He knew exactly how to make her melt.  Their clothes mysteriously disappeared. After some time Michael gently moved Claire face down on the bed and began an erotic dance upon her bottom.  She felt gentle spanks and rubs on her backside. “Mmmmmmm,” she was totally into it when all of a sudden he said, “now before we continue I want to impress the futility of not following my rule about being in this house while I am gone. SMACK! SMACK! Do not place yourself in anger. SMACK! SMACK! “HEY STOP THAT YOU BIG”…He started rubbing and smacking erotically again…..”You…. fiancé. 

They continued happily creating a memory to carry through the week apart.

Thursday morning, Claire sat at the kitchen table with Myrna, Maureen and Nora.  Colleen had been part of the group earlier but she received news that she was needed out of town. She was the birth coach for her cousin and the day had come. After quite a lengthy conversation, her brother was finally reassured that Claire would stay WITH Myrna. Now he would be able to take Colleen.

Each of the ladies had things to do but planned on getting back together later on in the late afternoon for cocktails and munchies.

Sharing several glasses of wine and nibbling on the munchies before dinner, they continued talking and getting aggravated with the impossible cherry tree debacle.

“I think we could figure out who is digging in your garden.” Myrna said excitedly. She had a series of photographs with the cherry trees surrounded by holes. “This isn’t some supernatural weird thing.”

“I know.” I said, “How are we going to do it?” I leaned in as if this was some big secret. I had my own ideas too about this mystery. She was pointing a beautiful red nail at the trees in the pictures. “They are digging for some sort of treasure, that’s what I think.”

Nora rolled her eyes. “Like a pirate treasure?”

Maureen’s eyes lit up and she bobbed her red head clapping her hands. “Perfect timing! All the boys are in Washington until Saturday evening. We get to investigate.”

Nora frowned reminding them of the last time they ‘inadvertently’ became involved in police work! “Seriously guys…remember WHAT happened! I think the wine is making us loopy, DULLING our senses!”

 She was trying to use some code words or something, thought Claire.

Oh… I… get… it. She had a light bulb moment as she watched Myrna and Maureen squirm on their seats. Claire looked at them and just went there. “Your husband’s spank you too?”

All three of the ladies turned toward Claire with their mouths opened in shock.

“What” squeaked Myrna, “do you mean? I am way too old for that!”

They were as red as each of their skin tones allowed. “Um….I mean, no never- that would be crazy”….Myrna sputtered off.

“Sorry my friends, I have been spanked too, although not hardly ever! My brothers spank their wives as well. So I know the signs well.” She took a big gulp of wine giving her the courage to share her secret.

The conversation turned in an entirely different direction from that moment. The entire group of women looked relieved to be able to openly discuss the complexities of their unusual dynamics.

Nora looked at each of them and lectured, “You know if we do something dangerous, we are dead meat, right?” The ladies each looked back and smiled. “They will never know.” The wine was flowing and they were becoming braver and bolder as the afternoon wore on.

Maureen said, “We’re going to be perfect angels.” Nothing will happen.

“What better experts than the wives of Ex-FBI men, and the sister of the chief of police?”

“So, what are the plan girls?” Claire asked.

“Well Claire,” began Nora, “You told Michael you would not stay here in the house over-night…right?”

“Yesssss why?” She would not lie to him. That meant she could not stay in the house.

“Well Maureen has a small tent we can put up in the yard. It basically sets itself up. I know that Nicky has some fancy camera that works without a flash. We will all get in the tent and wait for the hole diggers to show-up, then take pictures to show the cops. No one gets hurt since we do not confront anyone!”

“This is perfect we will be the smart WOMAN heroes that save the day. No danger at all.” Maureen stood up then ordered everyone to get on the horn and call someone to drive then for their supplies.

Myrna stopped them before they started calling and got carried away. “I am checking in with Lloyd now before I drink too much wine and my lips loosen up. Remember I am not suggesting we lie, just avoid the truth.”

All the ladies decided that was the most prudent course of action. Phone calls were made assurances of safety adamantly made. Everyone was ready for the night.

“Who are we calling to drive us around for our supplies?” Myrna answered Claire saying, “We should call Jenna. She is a good friend. We met her because she does our hair in town. Jenna will make sure we get what we need, maybe even stick around for a glass of wine before dark.

About an hour later Jenna arrived at Claire’s home. “Hey chics, what’s up?”  She was introduced to Claire and sat down in the kitchen to hear the story of the cherry trees.

“Can you keep a secret?” Claire was listening to Maureen manipulate Jenna. “Of course! Are you sure all you guys are doing is spying and photographing the diggers? Last time you took it upon yourself to save the day was a little scary!”

“Yea, yea, yea….were all good,” smoothed Nora.

After they easily convinced Jenna to drive them- they hurried off to gather everything needed.

 Returning to the house they set up the tent by the garage hoping that the darkness of the yard would camouflage them from being noticed. The ladies even made sure the bottom of the tent was nice and cushy, layered with sleeping bags and pillows.

Nora turned to Maureen and said she hoped this was not going to backfire as they all had quite a bit to drink.

“Nah, I think were good,” the normally eloquent Maureen said! They quietly walked out and stepped into the tent. “It is a perfect time to get settled since it’s not quite dark yet. Who has the camera?”

“I do,” said Claire. “I am glad you had a tripod, we can set it up and point it toward the trees.”

The time passed slowly and quite uncomfortably since they were packed in like sardines. On top of being squished together, they never worked out how to use the ladies room without being seen. Around 2 AM they were absolutely through.

“I have to pee so badly” Claire whispered.

“ME too”, Myrna gritted out.

“Ditto” and “Ditto me too,” said Maureen and Nora softly.

 “Yeah I am about to walk back in the house,” Myrna said quietly.

Just as she was about to figure out how to exit the tent, they heard someone come into the yard.

“Hurry up and take some pictures with the infrared lens, Nora quieted her voice so as not to be heard.

Whoever was in the yard started talking, “They aren’t here. I have been driving by the last few nights. That cute lady hasn’t been sleeping here. The big guy flew out Sunday evening; I followed them to the airport.”

“Are you sure your uncle buried the money here before he overdosed?”

“Yea, I was the one who pointed him to the vacant homes, 8 months ago. I keep telling you that. What are you stupid?”

“Well, all those other houses didn’t have nothin.”

“I told ya, he kept sayin’  I’m cherry pickin’ the spot. This is the only house which has cherry trees, man!”

“We been digging for weeks, there’s nothin’ under the trees.”

The ladies were taking every word in, but in trying to give her tingling foot a bit of room Nora accidentally knocked the camera and tripod over.

“Hey! What the hell,” one of the strangers yelled.

“It came from over there.” They started to search for the noise but it was difficult in the pitch black dark. The ladies were still somewhat hidden behind the garage.

Whispering, “Oh my God let’s get out of here!” They were unfortunately so packed in; the tent was a mass of legs, arms and thrashing hands. None of them could grasp a foothold trying to push them up and out.

“Ow! You are hitting my chin,” Nora said to Claire.

“Grab my hand, I’ll pull you up!” Myrna tried to grab Maureen’s hand. However that just caused her to fall back against Nora and Claire. “Yeesh, guys I’m getting bruised here.”

“I think you punched my stomach” Claire moaned. “Uh… oh… I think I’m Going to puke!”

“Don’t you dare,” Myrna growled forcefully. “Take a deep breath- now.” Just then the tent collapsed causing them to be completely trapped.

“I am feeling smothered here.” shouted Maureen!

“The games up, I just do not care.”

“WOOOP! WOOOP!” they heard a police siren. Next it sounded like running footsteps and multiple swear words. Someone shouted, “Stop or I’ll shoot!” Other sounds like hand cuffs, keys- a car door opening and closing, made them feel braver.

OH thank God, I’m running in the house to the bathroom just as soon as I can get out of here. Nora screamed, “HELP, we’re here!”

Well that opened the floodgates and all of them were shouting, “Help! We are trapped in the tent by the garage!” Each of the girls kept trying to push the tent out of the way and unfortunately found themselves grabbing body parts that got in the way.

 “HEY that is NOT my Hand!”

 “Well turn away so I can push myself up!”

“You are on my foot.”

“My hair is under your foot… PLEASE move over!”

The officers had a flood light enabling them to see where the women were. It only took the detectives minutes to extricate the girls from the collapsed tent. They exited the tent sweaty and miserable.

After the ladies ran to use the facilities they were asked to go to the police station and give statements as well as share the photographs they were able to take. No one was sure if the pictures would be allowed in court or if any crime was actually committed. They could try to prove that these were the same idiots who threw the rock at Claire, but the only other wrong doing was trespassing, and carrying a concealed weapons.

“That concealed weapon is going to get me in a crud load of trouble,” said Maureen. “William is going to consider this as bad as the ‘Cat’s Meow.’”

Nora and Myrna blanched. “Oh crap you’re so right, we’re dead meat.” The ladies talked while waiting until they finished their statements to call the guys.

Claire was a little naïve and didn’t agree saying, “Guys they didn’t pull the guns on us.”

Myrna looked at her and said, “Oh honey, you are such a newbie. You are up the creek with the proverbial paddle.”

“No you’ll see, he just spanked me for the porch danger and I did get hurt, so I understand...almost!”

All three of the ladies just smiled at her as if to humor her.  “Well, let me explain something dearie, not only will he burn your butt for the danger you put yourself in, you disobeyed him by staying at the house.”

“Uh uh! I told him I wouldn’t stay in the HOUSE, and I said I was staying WITH Myrna, not in her house.”

“Oh Claire, do you REALLY believe that? Semantics darling, you will learn.”

The two detectives approached the woman and turned to Claire saying, “we spoke with the Chief, your brother and he said to tell you he contacted Michael in Washington, as well as Lloyd, William and Nick. They were informed about the entire story and are on their way home now. He said to tell you they made sure they were on the next flight home.

Quite a subdued group was seen to be exiting the police station that morning. The ladies drove back to Claire’s house so they could clean-up the yard and kitchen.

Pulling up to the house they noticed the construction company that was building the deck could be heard in the back yard, tearing down the porch. They were carrying all the rotten wood out to the front and throwing it in a dumpster.

“Hi Claire.” Said Mitch the owner of the company, “Heard you had a bit of excitement here last night?”

Just as she was about to answer, several men came running from the back yard with a large black bag.

“We found something and I think you’re going to want to call the police. There seems to be about a million dollars in this bag. It was secured under the floor of the porch.”

Later on after all the police had left, and had taken the evidence with them. The ladies were just laying around trying to rest. They heard car doors slamming outside.

Myrna stood up and said, “Well….’here we go’ the boys are back.”

Four angry men walked in. Despite the fact that they were upset, hugs kisses and conversations were the order of the night. The ladies had ordered food in for their meal. “Ladies sit while you can,” said Lloyd. Everyone gathered around the kitchen table talking softly about the solved mystery of a drug dealer who overdosed after he buried his money under the floor of the rotted porch.

Nicky stood up and said, “I think Nora and I will be leaving we have a major discussion to finish tonight.” Nora frowned, but everyone took that as their clue to get moving and clean-up dinner. There were lots of silent looks and patting of bottoms. The men’s actions could be seen as foretelling a future for the girls.

As Myrna left she pulled Claire in and whispered with a smile, “Welcome to the club.”

“Huh?” was all she got out before the door closed and Michael pulled her to the couch and tossed her over his knee. Quickly and efficiently he bared her bottom, applying his hand to her with a near frantic intensity. His lecture began with the danger and ended with her lie of omission. Claire shouted and pleaded from beginning to end. He stopped when the red of her bottom radiated enough heat to be felt several days.

Later after much conversation love and reassurance, Michael asked Claire what Myrna said as she left earlier.

Claire rubbed her very red behind and said, “Welcome to the club.”

Michael kissed her and said He loved her even if she belonged to the spanked wives club.

Nora said, “Not me never again.”


Some of the crazy stuff--- with changes actually happened to me....(crazed, crazed, drug dealer)
Thanks so much for reading!
Minelle