My Niece Janelle, Chapter 9

  • Posted on January 9, 2017 at 2:54 pm

By Muffi

Author’s Note: First, I apologize for the lack of sex in this chapter – it’s being taken care of in Chapter 10, trust me. Everyone’s favorite lesbian pedophile, Meagan Bristol, will be having a wild time with Janelle… let’s leave it at that.

Once again, my thanks go to JetBoy for his fine work with editing. Parts of this chapter were a bit lacking, so he added some material. Now, I believe that JetBoy is familiar enough with my “writer’s voice” that he can slip his material by. So, I challenge readers here to pick out two paragraphs that he added. 


I had put Janelle and Sara to bed at their normal time instead of letting them stay up and watch TV, because they’d have to get up early the next morning. They were asleep a half hour later when I joined them, wearing just my oversize tee shirt.

Before I knew it I was awakening to the new day, smiling as I became aware that the three of us were lovingly entwined together. Nothing sexual had happened the night before — we were just comfortable and secure in one another’s presence. I could get used to waking up like this, I thought.

The presence of two warm, little-girl bodies nestled into my own gave me a heady feeling; unfortunately, I had to rouse the girls and get them moving, as we had a long drive ahead of us. I woke them as gently as possible, which wasn’t any too gentle in Janelle’s case — she was all but dead to the world. I finally managed to get her into a sitting position, then scooted Sara off to the shower.

“You know, if you wanted to, you could go join Sara in the shower,” I whispered to Janelle.

She went from groggy to wide awake in an instant. Like a shot, she was in the hall and rushing towards the bathroom.

Do I know how to motivate a girl, or what?

I reluctantly left them to their own devices in there, forcing myself to march downstairs and get things started for breakfast. It was five in the morning — still dark outside. I got the coffee going, then pulled out a box of cereal, three bowls, spoons, milk and sugar. When I headed back upstairs the shower was off, and there was a melodic giggling sound coming from the direction of the bathroom.

“Hurry it up, you guys,” I called. “I need a shower, too.”

The giggling stopped, then the bathroom door flew open and I was treated to the sight of two shrieking, very naked little girls running down the hall towards me. My morning was getting better and better.

The girls rushed into my bedroom where, presumably, they would be getting dressed while I showered. Part of me hoped not, wishing instead that I could come back from my shower to find them tangled together in my bed, still naked.

Probably not going to happen, I told myself with a sigh.

I made short work of my shower and, wrapped in a towel, returned to my room to dress. I found Sara and Janelle there, involved in some very deep conversation. They fell silent when I entered the room, an obvious sign that something was up — a sign I chose to ignore for the moment. Instead, I grabbed panties and a bra and put them on, adding jeans and a tank top, then pulled on my ever- present boots. That accomplished, I nonchalantly turned back to face the girls, pleased to see that they’d both been watching me closely while I got dressed.

“Come on, you two,” I said, “let’s go get some breakfast.”

We all went to the kitchen, where we indulged in a gourmet breakfast of Froot Loops. I know, I know. It’s crap. But they like it, and once in awhile is fine. I’m pretty good about what I feed kids — most of the time, anyhow.

I rinsed out the dishes and set them in the sink, then told the girls to grab their things and meet me in the garage. I opened the garage door, then started the car, letting it warm up. By then Sara and Janelle were back with a couple of coloring books, crayons, and a huge old quilt.

“Did you remember the mouse so you can feed your boa?” I asked Janelle. My sister had made a huge concession in allowing Janelle to keep her new snake in her room, but she drew the line at having dead mice in the freezer. I could live with that. I have the freezer space, and it gave me an excuse to see Janelle at least once a week.

She gave me a sheepish grimace, shaking her head. “I forgot… sorry, Aunt Meagan.”

“It’s okay,” I replied, unfastening my seatbelt. “C’mon. Let’s go get it.”

While Sara settled herself into the back seat of the car, Janelle and I went back inside to retrieve her snake’s meal. As she fished around in my freezer, Janelle gave me a conspiratorial look and said, “Know why we brought the quilt?”

“Uhm… to stay warm?” I replied.

She gave me a grin. “Nope. It’s so you can’t see what we’ll be doin’ underneath.”

I threw her a look of mock severity. “You’ll pay for that one day, brat. I promise, you shall pay.”

Her reply was a wild giggle. It’s going to be a very long ride, I thought as I turned and headed out to the garage, watching Janelle’s bottom jiggle as she raced ahead of me.

A long ride indeed — it was, in fact, a four hour drive to our destination which, after a quick stop to feed Janelle’s snake, quickly turned into an exercise in torment for yours truly. Janelle was being… well, she was being a tease. She knew it, and fully understood the effect she was having on me.

A glance in the mirror revealed that both girls had their legs spread under the quilt. It wasn’t long before they’d given up any pretense of coloring and just lay back against the seat, their eyes closed. I actually believed that they’d gone back to sleep!

That is, until I glanced in the mirror to find Janelle staring straight at me. She gave a small, but very evil little smile before closing her eyes again.

A few moments later, I saw Sara’s cheeks begin to turn a light pink, quickly deepening to a darker red. Suddenly she tensed for a long moment, then relaxed back against the seat with a contented sigh.

Damn! I thought. I wish I could have done that for her.

Very shortly after that, Sara’s head slowly tilted to one side, finally resting on Janelle’s shoulder. She was apparently sound asleep. Meanwhile, there was a look of concentration on Janelle’s face that told me she was busy taking care of herself.

I smirked, suddenly alive with wicked glee. You want to be a tease, Little One? Let’s see how you like me making things difficult for you.

I quickly pulled into a service area off the interstate and parked the car, then turned to face the back seat.

“Okay, ladies,” I said, “I need to pee something awful, and I’m not leaving you two alone here. You’ll have to come with me.”

Janelle gave me what could best be described as a pleading look, but I held firm. No leaving kids alone in a place like this.

A sleepy Sara unfastened her seatbelt and opened her door. After one more desperate look, Janelle sighed and did the same. That was when I noticed that both girls were wearing pants with elastic waistbands. The easier to diddle yourself, I guess.

As soon as Sara was out of earshot, I leaned down to whisper in Janelle’s ear. “Didn’t interrupt anything, did I?” I innocently asked.

“Bitch,” was her only reply.

I snickered. “You should know by now, honeybunch — never, ever mess with Meagan.”

She ignored me. I had a feeling she was already planning her revenge.

You are your mother’s daughter, aren’t you? I thought with a smile. When she’d been Janelle’s age, Kate had never been one to let a grudge go. Better watch my back, I decided.

Five minutes later, we were on the road again. Both of the girls had discovered that they’d also needed to pee, so our little stop had served a greater purpose than to irritate Janelle. That eased my conscience a bit — not that I was feeling especially guilty to begin with.

We arrived at the hospital, quickly making our way to the waiting area where much of Michael’s family was gathered. By the size of the gathering, I knew that things weren’t going well.

I picked Kate out of the crowd, and headed towards her with the girls. She looked as if she hadn’t slept in days.

“There you are,” she said, giving Janelle and Sara brief hugs. “I was going to call you, but haven’t had the chance.” She glanced at her daughter, then back at me. “Um… there’s been a slight change in plans.”

“That’s okay, sis,” I said, “anything you need me to do, I’ll do it — you know that.”

“Sweetie,” Kate said to Janelle, “why don’t you take Sara and introduce her to some of your cousins. I need to talk to Meagan for a minute.”

Looking uncharacteristically timid, Janelle reached for Sara’s hand and, without a word, led her across the room to meet some of her father’s side of the family. She clearly understood how serious the situation was — her mother seldom excluded her from a family conversation, and when she did, it usually meant bad news.

“What’s up?” I asked Kate.

“It’s bad, Meagan,” Kate replied. “He’s probably not going to make it through the night. Michael and I talked about it, and we decided that while we don’t necessarily want her in the room when it happens, Janelle ought to be here with everyone so she can be a part of the grieving process with us. So I guess your return trip will be just you and Sara… unless you want to stay too?”

“I can’t,” I said. “Sara’s mother is expecting me to have her back by this evening.”

Kate nodded. “I figured as much. In any case, Janelle is going to stay with us for however long we’re here.”

I told Kate that I wanted to go visit Michael’s dad before I took Sara back. She nodded, giving me a sad smile. “We appreciate that, Meagan. Just be warned, though — he won’t know you.”

“That doesn’t matter,” I murmured, giving my sister’s shoulder an affectionate squeeze. “I’ll know him.”

As I was leaving the waiting area, I saw Kate take Janelle aside and begin explaining the situation to her. Sara stood close by, clearly ill at ease and trying not to let it show.

Better make this visit a short one, I told myself. This isn’t a great place for Sara to be right now.

I wondered if she’d ever had to sit in a hospital emergency room with her mother after her asshole dad had roughed one of them up, and felt my jaw clench in renewed anger. Thrusting the thought away as I reached room 245, I took a deep breath, then tapped on the door.

I don’t really want to write about seeing Michael’s father — the sight of that charming, lively old man reduced to a hollow husk of what he had been still hurts too much to put into words. I sat by his bed for a few minutes, then said my goodbyes, kissed his cheek and left, feeling sickened by the sheer fucking injustice of it all.

I paused just long enough to visit the toilet where I shed a few tears, washed my face, then made my way back to the waiting room, trying to compose myself for Sara’s sake. I managed a smile when her eyes met mine, and the grateful look she gave me did a lot to improve my mood.

Spying a forlorn Janelle, I got down on my knees and wrapped her in a tight hug. “Whatever happens, you’re going to be okay, Sweetie,” I whispered. “And you know I’ll always be there for you. I’ll see you just as soon as you get home, okay?”

I felt her nod against the side of my neck, then she whispered, “I love you, Meagan.” Not “Aunt Meagan,” just “Meagan.” I couldn’t help but feel pleased, knowing that Janelle was beginning to think of me as more of a lover than her aunt. A risky development for us both, but also a thrilling one.

I stood, gave her a knowing wink, then turned to Sara. “Looks like it’s just you and me for the rest of the day, kiddo,” I said. “Is that okay with you?”

Sara grinned. “Does that mean I can sit in the front seat on the way home?”

I grinned back, relieved to see her cheerful again. “Oh, Sara, you can ride shotgun with me any day!”

She giggled attractively. “But I don’t have a shotgun!”

“We’ll fake it,” I told her, bringing another giggle. “No, seriously,” I added, acting out the classic TV western move of doing whatever it is you do to a shotgun to get it ready to fire, complete with sound effects. “Now you do it,” I told her.

Sara gleefully imitated me, and I nodded approvingly. “See that? One imaginary shotgun. Now you’re set to ride in the front seat!” Yet another adorable giggle.

Yes, I was trying to figure out a way to seduce her. I knew it wasn’t likely to happen, but could you blame me? If you’d seen what I had in that video with Janelle and Sara, you’d be trying to entice her into bed too.

On the other hand, there was no use in kidding myself — this was a far more dangerous game than making love to Janelle, who I trusted implicitly. No, I had to resign myself to the fact that any seduction of Sara would have to remain a fantasy, nothing more.

More’s the pity, I mused, resisting an impulse to sigh out loud.

I made the rounds, speaking to people I knew, then made my way back to Kate. We hugged, exchanged a few loving words, and I asked her to give my best wishes to Michael. Minutes later, Sara and I were back in the parking lot, buckling ourselves in.

“Okay,” I said, “I hadn’t planned to be leaving this early, so what we do now is up to you. We can do some shopping around here and get something to eat, or we can head back home now and hang out at my house till we hear from your Mom.” She began to speak, but I cut her off. “And don’t think you’re being a pest or anything like that, okay? I was looking forward to spending the day with you anyway. We just have more choices now.”

“Can we go to the mall, please?” Sara asked. “Mom said there’s a really big one here that she was gonna take me to, so I can get some more school clothes.”

“The mall it is,” I replied.

“And you don’t hafta buy me anything,” she quickly added. “Really. I just wanna look around.”

“I know I don’t have to,” I replied. “But if I want to, I will. So there.”

I was rewarded with that giggle again. Damn, but that sound was beginning to make me wet.

I’d forgotten just how big the mall was — it happened to me every time. As for Sara, she was absolutely amazed. We likely could have wandered through there all day and most of the next, but we took it slowly, just moving from shop to shop, entering those that looked interesting.

In one store — a rather high-end kids shop — I finally broke down. I told Sara that I wanted to pick something out for Janelle. As I was making my choices, I noticed that Sara kept returning to one particular outfit, though she said nothing to me about it. I smiled when I saw that it was almost identical to the outfit that Janelle had worn on her birthday.

I finally went over to where she stood and admired the outfit with her. “You should try it on,” I said.

Sara grinned, and grabbed the outfit, darting off to the fitting rooms. Several minutes later, she emerged, glancing at me shyly.

Dear, sweet fucking Goddess, I marveled, my pussy throbbing in response. The leather fit like a glove, and with her black hair, all Sara needed was some heavy black eyeliner to complete the look. She was drop-dead gorgeous.

Day-um, girl!” I exclaimed. “You look amazing!”

She blushed. “You really think so?”

“Don’t move,” I said. I quickly accosted a sales clerk and dragged her over to the three-way mirror, where a wide-eyed Sara gazed at her new self. “Does she look amazing, or what?” I asked.

“Amazing doesn’t do her justice,” the girl replied. “Should we bag that up?”

“See?” I said to Sara. “You look amazing.” To the sales girl I said, “Yes, absolutely — we’ll take it.”

“Meagan, no!” Sara protested. “It’s — it’s so expensive!”

“You let me worry about that,” I said. “Now go get changed so we can get that paid for.”

Her face split into the widest grin I think I’ve ever seen as she turned and dashed back to the fitting rooms.

Minutes later, shopping bags in hand, we headed back out into the mall. “Now,” I said, “we need to find a pair of boots to go with that outfit.”

“No!” Sara said, shaking her head emphatically. “You spent enough money on me, Meagan. Please, let Mom buy the boots.”

Halting in mid-step, I squatted down in front of her. “Listen, Sara. You like that outfit because it looks like the one Janelle wore on her birthday, don’t you?” She nodded. “Well then, I’ve got to help pick out the boots. See, Janelle chose that outfit because it looks just like one of mine. So I should be part of picking out the whole thing.”

She eyed me suspiciously. “Did you help Janelle with hers?”

“Well, no,” I confessed. “But only because she was keeping it a secret to spring on me at her party. See, that’s why I really want to buy yours.” Not to mention because of how freaking hot you look in it, I thought.

“Okay, I guess,” Sara said. “But I hope my Mom isn’t mad at me for letting you buy this stuff.”

“You let me worry about that,” I said. “She’ll be fine with it, trust me.”

That resolved, we spent about an hour finding the perfect boots to go with Sara’s outfit, then made our way to the food court for lunch, where we gorged on greasy pizza washed down with Pepsi. Shopping is serious work, after all.

I’m never going to catch up with my workouts, I thought, as I wondered where on earth Sara managed to put all that pizza. She gulped down three slices — as much as Janelle usually had, and that little girl is no slouch when it comes to eating junk food.

As close to being shopped-out as any female worth her salt can be, Sara and I finally headed out to the car. We loaded the bags in the back seat, climbed into the front, and began the long drive home.

It was an uneventful trip, with Sara napping most of the way. She’s never going to sleep tonight, I thought — which meant that I’d be up late, too. Mind you, I wasn’t worried about it. Sara was the kind of nighttime company I wanted most right then.

Stop that, I told myself. Don’t go there.

Once I’d pulled into the garage, I gently nudged Sara’s shoulder to wake her. She looked up at me and sleepily mumbled, “Are we there yet?”

“Yep. Come on, let’s go in and get something to eat, and then we can take the tags off your new outfit. Then it’ll officially be yours!”

That earned me a huge smile, followed by Sara leaning across the center console to give me a hug. Of course, that awakened my libido all over again, pervert that I’d become.

Sara and I rummaged through the refrigerator in search of leftovers, throwing together a sort of miniature pot luck supper for ourselves. When we’d eaten our fill, I told Sara that she should run up and take a quick shower and get ready for bed, even though I knew she was too wide awake to even think of sleeping yet. Janelle would have given me some smart remark and a mock argument, but Sara just smiled prettily and went up to do as I had asked. I could really learn to like this kid, I thought.

When she had finished, Sara came downstairs in her usual sleepwear — an over-sized t-shirt and panties. The t-shirt being white, I could clearly see that she wore pink panties underneath it. I thought that she looked sexy as hell. We removed the tags from her clothes, as well as from the things I’d bought for Janelle. I wanted to wash those before she wore them, so I added Sara’s new blouse to the pile, asking Sara to pick out a movie for us to watch while I got the washing machine started.

I returned to find Sara sitting in front of the terrarium watching Ellie, a DVD case in one hand. With the other, she was tapping lightly at the glass and cooing to the snake, who was typically ignoring her. Snakes don’t tend to have much in the way of personality. Sara didn’t seem to mind, though.

Sara had chosen one of the Harry Potter movies. I’m not sure which one it was. Unlike the girls, I was not an expert in all things Harry Potter. I do have to say, though, that little Hermione was quite pleasant to watch as she learned to become a sorceress. She was also quite sexy, which I’m sure was completely unintentional. Or perhaps I found her sexy because I had recently discovered certain new depths to my own perviness. Whatever the reason, she was still sexy.

Sara was curled up next to me, her head resting against my shoulder. I was enjoying the sensation of her warm little body close to mine, occasionally wondering what it would feel like to have her naked in my arms. I know, I know — I’d become a complete lesbian pedophile, seemingly overnight. Oh, well. As my mother used to say, “What’s done is done.” This is what I was, and I refused to beat myself up because of it.

About three-quarters of the way through the movie, I felt Sara’s head beginning to nod. Glancing down, I could see that she was fighting to stay awake. It was a losing battle. After a few minutes, she rearranged herself so that she was stretched out on the sofa with her head resting on my right thigh, still facing the television. Soon enough, her breathing had evened out into the familiar rhythm of sleep.

Pausing the movie, I sat quietly, stroking Sara’s hair for a few moments. Then as carefully as I could, I eased myself from underneath her and stood up. Gently gathering her slender body into my arms, I carried Sara upstairs and into the guest room, where I lay her on the bed, covered her with a comforter, and bent down to kiss her forehead. I left the door slightly open as I exited the room, just so there would be a bit of light from the hall if she needed to get up in the night.

I went back down to turn everything off, then trudged back upstairs and to my room, where I collapsed into bed. Eight hours of driving may seem like a breeze for some people, but it always left me exhausted. I was asleep within minutes.

I woke early. I had slept deeply and dreamlessly, and felt totally refreshed. No morning blahs, no road-trip hangover. I peeked in on Sara as I went past the guest room. She was still sound asleep, sprawled carelessly across the bed. That now familiar longing stirred inside me at the sight of her, and I forced myself to walk away, march downstairs and into the kitchen, get a pot of coffee started, then head back up for my shower. This time, I walked past the guest room without looking inside. It didn’t ease my hunger for Sara, not even a little — but it was good to know I could still exercise that much self-control.

I showered, dressed, then headed towards the guest room with the intention of waking Sara. As I entered the hallway, a small sound made me hesitate — and I tiptoed carefully to the door, peering in through the small opening I’d left there.

Sara was now awake. Engrossed in what she was doing, she didn’t notice me watching her through the door. Not surprising, given what she was up to.

The comforter had been thrown back, her t-shirt had ridden up to just above her belly button, and those adorable little pink panties were pushed down to her knees. She had one hand inside her t-shirt, toying with a nipple, while the other was wedged tightly between her thighs, rubbing her pussy with a hard up-and-down motion. Her slender hips rose and fell in time with the motion of her hand. Every so often, a soft whimper escaped her lips. It was one of those whimpers that had captured my attention.

Oh, Christ, I thought. I wish I dared…

I stood transfixed. With her thighs clamped together and a hand covering her sex, I couldn’t see all of her, but somehow the scene was as erotic as any I had ever witnessed. Her pretty mouth was slightly open, and I could hear the soft gasps of her quickening breath. Sara was peaking fast, face flushed, her whimpers building into moans.

When she suddenly stiffened, her body gone rigid in the throes of ecstasy, I continued to stare, wanting desperately to thrust a hand down into my pants and come with her. Instead, I backed slowly away from the door, my pussy a pulsing wet mess.

I crept back down the hall to the bathroom and waited there, leaning against the sink for a minute or two, giving Sara time to recover from her orgasm. Then I emerged into the hallway once more, this time walking with a slightly heavier tread.

“Sara,” I sang out as I approached the door to the guest room. I knocked, then entered the room to find Sara feigning sleep, though only for a moment. Her eyes fluttered open, and she smiled dreamily at me. “Well,” I said, “good morning, sleepyhead.”

“G’mornin’,” Sara replied.

“Would you like some breakfast?”

Sara nodded happily. “Yes, please,” she said.

“Okay, I’ll fix us some French toast,” I said. “Why don’t you take a quick shower, then put your new outfit on? I’m sure your mom will want to see it on you.”

“I still think she’s gonna be mad at me for lettin’ you buy it,” said Sara.

“Sweetie, I promise you, your Mom is not going to be mad. Now go shower, and meet me in the kitchen when you’re done.”

She gave me an adorably doubtful look, then slid off the bed and made her way to the bathroom.

I went downstairs to start breakfast, but first, I needed to call Colleen. She answered on the first ring. I filled her in on the details of the previous day, then told her about the new outfit. As Sara had feared, she was a bit upset at first, but it only took a little bit of persuasion on my part to bring Colleen around to accepting that this was just something nice that I’d wanted to do for Janelle’s new best friend.

We ended the call with the agreement that I’d return Sara after breakfast. That task completed, I made my way into the kitchen, rolled up my sleeves and got to work on our morning feast.

Six slices of French toast and nearly a quart of orange juice later, I drove Sara home. Colleen made all the appropriate noises of gratitude over the leather outfit, and I left promising to stay in touch, reminding Colleen that I was available any time she needed someone to keep an eye on Sara while she was working.

As I drove away, watching Sara grinning and waving in my mirror, I had no idea just how much of a twist events were about to take…

Coming soon: Chapter 10!

11 Comments on My Niece Janelle, Chapter 9

  1. sue says:

    OK Muffi, you win, I couldn’t pick out Jetboy paragraphs, so good job to both of you. I am still waiting for Meagan to get a chance to see what the laptop recorded in the last chapter, and loved how she got to spy Sara rubbing off this chapter.

  2. David says:

    Great chapter, even if there wasn’t any sex.
    And I couldn’t tell what Jetboy added either.

  3. kacey says:

    Good going, muffi. The heat beginning to rise nicely. JB’s done a good job because it’s really difficult to ascribe his work. Please publish ch.9 VERY soon, pretty please!?! :-D

  4. JetBoy says:

    Since you good people have much more important things to do than dig through this chapter looking for my humble contribution, here’s what I added (it’s not at all sexy, I’m afraid):

    I wondered if she’d ever had to sit in a hospital emergency room with her mother after her asshole dad had roughed one of them up, and felt my jaw clench in renewed anger. Thrusting the thought away as I reached room 245, I took a deep breath, then tapped on the door.

    I don’t really want to write about seeing Michael’s father — the sight of that charming, lively old man reduced to a hollow husk of what he had been still hurts too much to put into words. I sat by his bed for a few minutes, then said my goodbyes, kissed his cheek and left, feeling sickened by the sheer fucking injustice of it all.

    I paused just long enough to visit the toilet where I shed a few tears, washed my face, then made my way back to the waiting room, trying to compose myself for Sara’s sake. I managed a smile when her eyes met mine, and the grateful look she gave me did a lot to improve my mood.

  5. David says:

    Hey! It was Muffi who challenged us. Hehe.

    • JetBoy says:

      True, but as we’ve mentioned, Muffi is no longer around to see your guesses, as she withdrew from our small society a couple of years ago. As she said at the time, it was a difficult but necessary decision. We’re posting this story to honor what she meant to us (quite a lot, actually) and, well, because it’s a fucking great story.

  6. kim says:

    aww you didn’t have to tell us Jetboy, but I was surprised though I shouldn’t have been,of your very touching writing.
    and as for you Muffi, well I found these little moments very hot.//

    “You know, if you wanted to, you could go join Sara in the shower,” I whispered to Janelle.

    The giggling stopped, then the bathroom door flew open and I was treated to the sight of two shrieking, very naked little girls running down the hall towards me.

    They fell silent when I entered the room, an obvious sign that something was up
    I nonchalantly turned back to face the girls, pleased to see that they’d both been watching me closely while I got dressed.

    little unspoken things can be so hot. Looking forward to the next chapter.

  7. dave says:

    It seems like there was some story lost between 7 and 8. Megan went to sleep on the couch and woke up in her bed.

    • To Dave (and revelnit): You’re absolutely right about our error in getting those chapters mixed up. That has now been corrected, as you can see. Sorry for the confusion!

      • Jennifer says:

        It still goes not in the right order, what is claimed as chapter 8 is the newer chapter in my browser, i’m quite confused right now! :-(

  8. revelnit says:

    I’d like to second what Dave said above. Also…

    A) Meagan watched the video she made of Sara and Janelle outside the story? Without the story’s narration telling us what happened? Booo! That was the perfect setup for a scene!

    B) Meagan should get a restraining order from ‘Chuck’ Something that keeps him so many hundreds of yards away. Not that Chuck would obey it, quite the obvious he’s such a complete Johnson that he would probably break it. So Chuck’s natural instinct to Stalk Meagan to terrorize her would land him back in jail this time with bail revoked. Colleen could get one too. The beautiful part of THAT being that Chuck could not move back into HIS OWN HOUSE! Meagan’s police friend should suggest this, just in case Chuck makes bail.

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