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April Sewing Challenge Prompt
Ella and her Embroidering Machine
The nerve of that man! I swear if he weren't my nephew I would have quit long ago for some of the stunts he pulls on her. He seems to like this game of catch and release, but I have had it up to here now. This has got to end and if not he may lose her for good. Whether he chooses to believe he has a relationship with her or not the man is hopelessly in love with her. He gives her cars, protection and a job when she needs it and then he throws lines at her like, 'my life doesn't lend it self to relationships' and expects her to just take what he is willing to give her? What an idiot.
What caused me to get so angry you might ask? Well the other day my 'nephew' ordered me to embroider Rangeman on several pairs her panties. The satisfied little smirk on his face was enough to make me want to step on his foot as hard as I could. Reluctantly I did as he asked knowing this would not turn out well. And guess what! It didn't. The poor girl was humiliated by her now Permanently OFF Boyfriend because of this stupid request I had followed through with. I felt horrible for her knowing that I was also partly responsible for her embarrassment.
Apparently she went to her boyfriends' house and he saw the stitching and went off on her. If I didn't know my nephew as well as I did I would never have guessed that he sent her there wearing those panties on purpose. But that wasn't even the worst part. The creep of a man she used to call her boyfriend spread it all throughout the 'burg, as they call it. Nothing for this poor girl is ever private. She tries to make it seem that it doesn't affect her, but I see the light in her eyes dim a little each time something like this happens. She lights up our entire world and I would do anything to help her I could.
This thought is what helped me to come up with a plan to get back at my nephew and help him get over his stupid 'no relationship' stance, well hopefully anyway. If nothing else it should embarrass him, which he won't take well, but there is nothing he can do about it. I'm family after all, all I have to do is tell his mother and he will be singing a different tune. So off to the fabric store I go with my idea in mind.
The other day I had seen a new thread that was clear and glow in the dark. It blends in with other colors perfectly so that it would help to mend rips and tears in the obvious spots. Well I wasn't really going to repair anything with this, but I would get my point across.
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After returning from the fabric store I had several spools of my new favorite thread. I took out a few test pieces of fabric to make sure I got the desired effect I was after. Quickly stitching on the test piece what I wanted I walked into the bathroom and closed the door without the lights on and low and behold it worked. I guess there really is truth in advertising sometimes. Go figure.
Exiting the bathroom I now had to think of different ways I could set my plan in motion. I thought of calling for one of the guys to help me out, but I just couldn't bring them in for fear of them giving him a heads up. I know they wouldn't on purpose, I think they were all just as upset by this whole situation as I was. So I figured the best way to approach this was with as little input as possible. I think the guys would look forward to this as well.
After thinking for a while I decided that over the course of the next few days I would take small amounts of his clothing from the laundry and add my little touch to them and add them back into his wardrobe. Pretty soon all of his clothing would have my little enhancement. It would only be a matter of time before someone would see it. I really wonder who would see it first and what the reaction would be.
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Several days had passed and I had enhanced all of his clothing making sure that every piece got the desired effect before it was returned to his wardrobe. I had yet to hear any complaints or comments on my efforts. I knew it was only a matter of time. It wasn't until later that night that there was an unexpected knock at my door. Answering it I was surprised to see Tank.
"Good Evening Tank. Is there something that I can do for you?" I asked him.
"Good evening Ella. Can I speak with you privately for a moment?" he asks me and I back away from the door to allow him entrance.
"What can I help you with?" I ask him with a smile on my face.
As soon as he turns to look at me there is a huge smile on his face. "Ella, have you made any adjustments to the boss' wardrobe lately?"
"What ever do you mean Tank?" I ask him with a smile.
"Well there seems to have been an addition his cargos and t-shirts that glows in the dark. I don't recall it being there previously. I believe that it may have come from your embroidery machine." He says with a laugh.
"Ah, yes, that would be me. Has he noticed yet?" I ask him knowing full well I would have heard about it if he had.
"No ma'am. But I can't wait to see the look on his face when he does find out. Can we take this one step further?" he asks me.
"What would you like to do Tank? I'm all ears." I say to him looking forward to where this may be going.
"I know why you did this, and I think that the best way to truly get back at him would be for Steph to be the one to point it out to him. This way she might feel a bit better about herself and getting in the action as well." Tank explains.
"I like how you think. When would you like to do this? And how do we keep the men from spilling the beans?" I ask.
"We have a distraction tomorrow night and because of the size of the place there will be a large group from Rangeman that will be there. I can make sure that none of the guys in attendance will say anything to him, and I can make sure that Steph will get a very good view of your handy work. Man I can't wait to see how she takes it." He says shaking his head with a slight laugh.
"Alright then, I hope the parking lot is dark, because the darker it is the better the result you know. And by the way can you record it? I would love to send it to his mother." I say.
"Oh boy Ella, I certainly don't want to get on your bad side." Tanks says with a laugh.
"I love that dear girl with all my heart. I can't stand to see how he has treated her. The panties were a terrible idea, and I will be apologizing to her when this is all over. I still can't believe I followed that request." I say shaking my head.
"Well it may have worked out for the best. At least the cop is out of the picture permanently. Hopefully Ranger will get his head out of his ass now." Tank comments.
"True, but time will only tell." I say to him as he walks toward the door. "Have a good night Tank; let me know if you need anything from me."
"Actually would you like to be there when this happens? I can get you in a SUV without Ranger knowing and you can listen to the whole thing." He asks me with a smile.
"That would be wonderful. I can't wait to see his reaction." I say laughing.
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The next evening we are all sitting in the parking lot waiting for the takedown to actually be finished. I was listening to the distraction taking place and was absolutely disgusted that my nephew would be willing to put the woman he loves in such a terrible position. No wonder she seems shaken for a day or two after one of these evenings, this fact only strengthen my resolve for a little payback. I mentally rub my hands together as the night goes on. Soon Steph is coming out the door of the club and Ranger and his team take down the man they were after. Even from the distance I was at from where they were I could see the evidence of my handy work. And I noticed the exact moment that Stephanie saw it. At first she looked shocked and then she couldn't control her laughter. Hearing her over the radio made me smile, she had a true genuine laugh and it warmed my heart.
Ranger turned around to look at her and saw her bent over at the waist laughing. "Babe, are you alright? Did he hurt you?" He asked her.
Shaking her head, but still laughing hard she shook her head 'no' but couldn't catch her breath.
I noticed that his men were trying to hold back their own laughter, but it seemed to be getting more and more difficult as the minutes passed.
"Babe, what the matter? Why are you laughing? Did something happen that I don't know about?" Ranger asked her seriously. All Stephanie could do was shake her head yes.
"What is it Babe? I need you to tell me so I can make sure he pays for it." He threatened. Which only seemed to make her laugh even harder, and that is when his men started howling with laughter as well. He spun around to look at his men with a glare which caused Stephanie to sit on the ground, holding her side and trying to gather her wits about her.
After a few minutes Stephanie was finally able to gather herself together and say, "Gee Ranger, I didn't think you were in to glow in the dark?" She giggled a bit more. At her comment he looked utterly confused. She stood up and walked over to him. "I like how you made yourself my property, but you might want to ask if I'm interested before announcing it to the world. If I'd known before I could have possibly done something about it before now." She says as she grabs his butt where I had placed my enhancement and continues to walk past him.
"What are you talking about Babe?" he turns toward her as laughter erupts behind him from a crowd that had gathered outside watching them work.
Stephanie reaches the guys and turns around and says, "You wrote 'Property of Babe' on you cargos, t-shirt and your jacket Ranger." She giggles. "At least it wasn't just my panties that got marked as property. It's stamped all over you." She laughs and the guys start howling all over again.
Ranger just stands there with his mouth hanging open. Not a look we are at all familiar with on him.
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