For a smile as wide as a country sunrise
As soon as Sky opened that big door, the alarm went off, loudly, once again. They all hurried through the door, only opening it as much as they needed so hopefully if there were any security cameras aimed at that door, it might not show up. But, even if it did, they wouldn’t see anyone come out. They quickly ran around to the main entrance, figuring that some security guards would be coming out those doors soon.
They were right, half a dozen well armed men soon came out and the cats made themselves visible again. “Please hold door open for us” they both meowed. “Oh, sure thing little cats,” said the last man. Then he suddenly realized that the cats spoke to him and as he was about to call to the others, Sky put her hand on his heart and he suddenly fell to the ground, dead.
But his gun hit the brick walkway, making a noise, which was heard by the others and they came running back to him. By this time the girls and cats were inside and on their way back to our room. Carine opened the door when they arrived and in they quickly came, becoming visible immediately. Jennifer and Carine took Kristina and laid her on one of the beds and Kat went to work right away.
“Hey Fabien,” said Raoul, “we found out what happened, that girl Wilbert was working on has escaped.” “Escaped?” questioned Fabien, “How can she escape? I thought you beat her yesterday? You said she was too weak to do anything except lie down.” “She was too weak,” said Raoul, “so she must have had help getting out of here. It must be those new people, I told you they were trouble.”
“Well, there’s certainly an easy way to find out!” exclaimed Dorian, and off he went. “Hey, what happened to Dorian?” asked Fabien. “Uh, he said something about knowing where to find that escaped woman,” said Xavier. “He better not be going back to Room 8 again!” yelled Fabien, “If he did, he’s fired!” Meanwhile, back in Room 8. “Trouble coming,” I said.
“More like danger coming,” added Jennifer. “If anyone comes in uninvited, then stop him, or them,” I said. “Shall do Steve,” said Sky, and she Angel and Carine got ready to greet our guests. However, only one guest showed up and he came bursting through the door with his gun out. Sky put her hand out shooting a bolt of electricity right at the man’s heart, killing him instantly and he fell to the floor.
Then Carine and Angel dragged him into the hallway, just as Fabien arrived with Xavier. “You were warned already Mr. Arnaud,” said Sienna, “he came bursting into our room with his gun out, we were within our right to defend ourselves. If it happens again, this resort will be closed down, permanently. Do I make myself clear?” “Yes, Ms. Walker,” he said, apologizing numerous times, “it will not happen anymore.”
They went back to Fabien’s office and other security guards took the dead man away. When they arrived at the office a woman was there. “Vivienne, when did you arrive?” asked Fabien. “Just a few minutes ago,” she said, “it doesn’t look like things are going very well right now. What do you plan on telling Helene?” “I have no idea,” he said, “but we can’t tell her that the woman escaped.”
“Why not just say that Wilbert lost another one,” said Xavier. “That might be the best solution right now,” admitted Vivienne, “she isn’t going to kill Wilbert, but she might kill you boys. Are there any other women in the holding room?” “Yes, one that Wilbert is working on,” said Fabien, “3 that are waiting to be shipped to their new owner, and 2 being held for ransom.”
“Have those 3 been paid for yet?” she asked. “Oh yes, paid in full,” replied Fabien, “and the man who bought them is not someone to fool with.” “Well, once we don’t need the ransom women, then Wilbert can have them to play with,” said Vivienne. She then went off to her room for the night. “I thought you would tell her about Ms. Walker,” said Xavier.
“No, this is my game, not hers,” said Fabien, “if she found out I would be out of the picture, and so would you. We need to keep this a secret if we can.” Meanwhile, Kat worked through the night, getting help from Jennifer and Sky now and then. In the morning Kat came over to me. “Talk to her Steve,” she said, “ask her questions that only Kristina could possibly answer. If she is not the real Kristina, then I won’t finish what I’m doing, she will have to die.”
“Yes, I understand,” I said and went over to talk with her. After half an hour she was tired from talking so much and by this time I was convinced she was indeed the real Kristina. Muffin and Storm were also convinced, as was Kat. Then I went to talk with Sky. “How many more were in that prison?” I asked her.
“There were 6, all women,” she replied. “I can go back in now without using the door,” she said, “since I have been there once, I can go in again, and I can take others with me.” Just then Mandar phoned and he had some information for me. Apparently Dr. W. had an apprentice working with him, and he knew the first part of the process, a part that was written down.
The last part of the process was known only to Dr. W., but this apprentice, named Wilbert, has been trying to find a way to finish the process by working on any dead bodies he can get. But how did he get Kristina’s body? He also told me it was imperative that we stop Wilbert, and there is only one way to do that. Also we need to destroy his equipment and any notes he might have.
This is important, no one must be allowed to get hold of his work and continue it. We talked for a while longer, making plans. Sky and Angel will go for a walk on one of the paths after breakfast, making sure that others see them go. That way they won’t be missed. Then they will go back into that prison and look around for this Wilbert fellow, and anyone else who might be in there, and eliminate them.
Then we need to check on the women and find out if Wilbert has been working on them too, or are they in there for different purposes. Then I called Aari and asked him to go to our cemetery and talk with the caretaker to find out if anyone has been digging up bodies, and how many. They left right away and he would call when he had some information for me. Then we need to find out who is behind all of this.
It must be someone with a lot of money to spend. That doesn’t sound like any of our present enemies, except for Medina and possibly Pierre #2. Maybe even Vanessa, though she is still in prison. Hmm, I called Jazzy and asked her to check Vanessa for me. Then I called Cristy and asked her to check on Medina and Pierre #2. However, it could be someone totally new as well, but, I’m sensing trouble closer at hand…
To Be Continued.
©2025 Steve McLeod.
PLEASE NOTE: This story is true and is told for the comical aspect of it and is not to be taken in a serious way. Thank you.
Hello everyone and Happy Saturday! Time goes by so fast it seems, and the weeks come and go and sometimes I don’t seem to get anywhere. I have been battling brain fog lately, in a big way. That makes it very hard to concentrate on anything really. That makes it hard to do anything. I get started on something and then it’s like I hit a brick wall and stop.
And I just can’t get going again. So, I relax for a while and try something different. But that doesn’t really help to get things done. It just means a lot of things get left undone. And the weeks come and go. I think I’m rambling again. Sigh. My apologies.
Speaking of painting. Well, I am now. One time, years ago now, my brother and I were painting the interior of a house. It was a good job and we both enjoyed painting, so that was a plus. However, sometimes things tend to go wrong, even in simple tasks that we do. And putting my brother and I together, painting, well, that was a disaster waiting to happen. And it did.
There was a fairly long hallway in this old house and the smart thing to do was to have just one of us paint the hallway. But my brother insisted it would go faster if we did it together, each of us doing one side of the hallway. I tried to convince him it would be better if just one of us painted it. I lost the discussion and we both started painting.
We had rollers and long handles on them. We had already done the top edge and were now just doing the walls. We did use a drop sheet, which was wise. He said something to me and I turned to answer him and the end of my roller hit his ear. He screamed. “You have paint on your ear,” I told him.
He grumbled and went to wash his ear. I kept painting. He came back and noticed the roller pan was almost empty, so he decided to fill it, without telling me. Just as he began to pour the paint, I moved the roller pan with my foot to get it where I wanted it. He screamed again. “You poured the paint on the drop sheet,” I said, shaking my head.
“You moved the pan deliberately,” he said. “Naturally, I needed to, and you didn’t tell me you were pouring paint,” I said. Then he ended up stepping in the spilled paint and screamed again. “Good thing no one is home,” I said, “you scream a lot.” He just looked at me. Later I needed to move the pan again and told my brother. “You don’t need to tell me,” he said, “I can see it.”
Fine. I moved it again. My brother screamed again. He had stepped in the roller pan. “My foot is covered with paint,” he said, “why didn’t you tell me you moved the pan?” “You told me not to,” I reminded him, “you better take your sock off and clean your foot.” He did so and went to the bathroom to wash his foot. When he came back he screamed again. Seems he stepped in that paint he spilled before, with his other foot.
“Now you have matching yellow socks,” I said. And I laughed. Loud and long. After washing his foot we finished painting that hallway. “Hand me the roller pan,” he said, so I did. He took it with one hand and it started to spill. So he quickly tried to catch it with his other hand and he hit the pan on the bottom instead, spilling the paint all over himself. He screamed again.
“Are you trying to paint all your clothes yellow?” I asked. And I laughed. Loud and long. But, we did get the painting done, finally. The people were very happy with our painting though. On the way home, we both laughed about our painting fun! We did have some great experiences together and I will share more. Have a great weekend everyone and God bless!
Steve and Muffin.
©2025 Steve McLeod.