A/N: Sorry I took so long to write and this is so short...just been busy.

Chapter 6- The Glass Jars

"Well, Dave," Randy murmured. "What exactly do you plan to do with the poor saps, especially Hunter, in the jars?"

"Hmm," Dave sighed. "I had no idea what to do with the others. Him, though, I was thinking to burn him a bit."

"Don't do that just yet," Lillian said. "Can I play with him?"

"I have a better idea," Dave said. "How about you go put on some of that sexy lingerie I bought you and then come back out here?"

"A likely idea," Lillian said. "I guess I could do that. Why, though?"

"I want to be entertained by a sexy woman in some sexy lingerie," Dave said. "I can deal with Hunter later."

"Interesting," Beth said. "I'm thinking I'm going to go have fun with Santino."

"Not without me," John said. "Wait for me, Glamazon."

When they left, Randy excused himself as well. "What? I have a hot girl waiting for me—need I say more?"

"Go. We'll meet up with you later," Lillian said.

"Will do. Have fun, you two," Randy said, shutting the door behind him.

As the door closed, Dave turned back to Lillian. "How about you go put that on right now?" he teased.

"I was going to," Lillian replied, walking to the door. "I'll be right back."

"Yeah, you come right back," Dave teased again.

"Why wouldn't I?"

"Dunno...just being a smartass," Dave murmured.

"Anyway," Lillian said. A few minutes later, she was back, wearing only a black robe.

"Wow," Dave said. "Damn."

"You like?" Lillian asked.

"I'll like it better when you take it off," Dave replied.

"You would," she replied, slowly letting the robe fall to the ground.

"Oh, my, my, my," Dave murmured. "You sure have a way with my eyes, Lil."

"I bet I do. Now put Hunter down and play with me," Lillian commanded.

"Of course, my dear," Dave snickered. "Time to have some fun with my woman, Hunter."

Hunter could only scream as he remained in his tiny glass prison.

"How long will he scream?" Lillian asked.

"Who knows?" Dave replied.

Meanwhile, the other glass jars were in the custody of the others. "Maybe we could kill them?" Matt teased.

"Hell no," Ken said. "Dave would kill us."

"True," Phil murmured. "But it would be fun—and we'd leave Hunter to him, of course."

"No!" Michelle shouted. "No one is killing anyone. Leave those jars."

"What's gotten in your knickers?" Matt snickered.

"Nothing," Michelle shouted, storming off.

"Sheesh," Phil muttered. "She's PMSing again."

"Good Lord," Jeff said. "Is she going to be okay?"

"Probably," Ken replied. "Michelle, it was a joke, we're not going to do anything Dave says not to do, okay?"

"Okay," Michelle said, returning to the group. "Let's have some fun."

"What do you have in mind?" Phil asked.

"Dave said we could play with the poor saps, right? Well, let's play with Santino and the others," Michelle replied, a smile on her face.

"That sounds like a plan," Jeff said, popping a Skittle into his mouth.

"If you eat anymore of those," Matt threatened.

"What are you going to do?" Jeff growled.

"This," Matt said, grabbing a vial from his jacket pocket.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" Jeff wailed. "Not the Whispering Spring potion."

Apparently, Matt had made enough of the potion to make sure Jeff was literally cleaned out—for more than a few days.

It worked just like one of those 48 hour detox systems sold in health stores .

"Yep," Matt said. "Enough here to detox you for a few days—no hunting, no killing—which would mean more for me."

Michelle began to howl with laughter. "Feed him that later," she said. "Let's play a game with these fools."

"Too late," Phil said, listening to Jeff gag on the potion. "I think he'll be out way sooner than we think."