"Aunt Grace, can I please go to the beach this weekend?" Mae begged.

"No," Grace answered.

"Why not?" Mae asked.

"Let's see, there will be four teenagers in one house, at the beach, for the weekend. I don't think so," Grace said.

"And let's not forget, she just got over being sick, and she shouldn't be kissing, and if we let her be alone with Steven, I bet they'll be kissing it up," Rigsby replied.

"No we won't, and besides, I've been cooped up in the house for the past week and food poisoning isn't contagious, I want out. Can please go?" Mae responded.

"No," Grace responded.

"It's not like we are going to be alone, Amanda and Logan are going to be there, if Amanda can get permission, please" Mae said.

"What's so special about Amanda being there? I really don't get it," Rigsby replied.

"She's really responsible, and she won't take crap from anybody," Mae responded.

"And Logan's going to be there, which is going to put temptation on her plate," Rigsby said.

"No it won't," Mae replied.

"Why not?" Rigsby inquired.

"Because other than the occasional hand-holding, he hasn't touched her," Mae responded.

"Who's keeping that in check, her or her parents?" Rigsby pried.

"Her, and besides he respects her and her father," Mae said.

"Is he intimidating?" Rigsby pressed.

"Kind-of, he reminds me of you," Mae replied.

"He works out doesn't he?" Rigsby asked.

"Yes," Mae answered.

"The answer is still no," Rigsby responded.

"Why?" Mae questioned.

"Because we said so," Grace said.

"Actually Grace come here," Rigsby replied.

Grace went over and Rigsby whispered something in her ear.

"All right you can go."

"Thank you," Mae responded.

"Under one condition," Grace said.

"What?" I inquired.

"We get to interrogate Steven and Logan, any way we see fit," Rigsby replied.

Mae sighed. "I guess that's fair." Great, they're going to get interrogated, and then they are going to hate us.

"The sooner you can get them over here, the sooner you can get your answer."

"And we also want to talk with Amanda and her parents," Grace responded.

Mae pulled out my cellphone and decided to call Amanda first.

"Hello."

"Hey," Mae said.

"Hi, I don't have a definite answer yet, I'm in Limbo," Amanda replied.

"Yeah, me too, but my aunt and her boyfriend want to interrogate the boys and talk with you and your parents," Mae responded.

"Oh, that kind-of weird, because my parents want to do the same thing," said Amanda.

"Well, then bring them over, I'm about to call Steven," Mae replied.

"All right, see you soon," Amanda responded.

After Mae got off the phone with Amanda she called Steven.

"Hey," he said.

"Hi," Mae replied.

"Do you have an answer?" Steven asked.

"No, Amanda and I are both in Limbo, but my aunt and her boyfriend want to interrogate you and Logan," Mae answered.

"Oh, um...okay, I'll call Logan and we'll be there soon," Steven responded.

"All right, love you," Mae said.

"Love you too," Steven replied.

About ten minutes later Amanda and her parents arrived, and about ten minutes after that Steven and Logan arrived. Everyone all talked for a while and then it was time to start with the interrogations.

"All right, girls, we are going into Mae's to talk, while the boys are staying in here to be interrogated," said Grace.

Grace, Mrs. Masters, Amanda and Mae all went upstairs.

"All right, to start off the conservation, I think you two are long overdue for something."

"What?" Mae asked.

"The talk," Mrs. Masters answered.

Amanda groaned. "We're eighteen; we don't need 'the talk'."

"Yes, you do," Grace replied.

By the time Grace and Mrs. Masters were done, Amanda and Mae were scarred for life. They fell back onto the bed, grabbed pillows and covered their faces.

"I never want to look at another boy again," said Amanda.

"Me neither," Mae replied.

"Well, in that case..." Grace started.

"On second thought," Mae responded.

"All right, now get into the living room," said Grace.

Amanda and Mae got off the bed and headed to the living room, Mrs. Masters and Grace right behind them. Amanda and Mae went into the living while Steven and Logan went out front with Grace and Mrs. Masters.

"All right girls, let lay down some ground rules," said Mr. Masters

"First of all, you two don't own bathing suits, do you? You own bikinis," Rigsby replied.

"Yes, yes we do. Besides, what's wrong with having a bikini? All teenage girls wear them," Mae responded.

"You're showing too much," said Rigsby.

"Now, let's set some ground rules: to and from the water you must be covered, now in the water, that's fine," Mr. Masters replied.

"Um, Mr. Masters, isn't that kind-of defeating the point?" I asked.

"We're just trying to protect you two," Mr. Masters answered.

"We're not eight, we're eighteen Dad," Amanda responded.

"Do you want us to pull the plug on this thing right now?" Rigsby questioned.

"No," Amanda and Mae said at the same time.

"If one of you has to go to the condo for something, the other must go as well, you're not allowed alone with the boys at any time," Mr. Masters replied.

"You all will be in one room and the boys will be in another right?" Rigsby inquired.

"Yes," Mae responded.

"You must have the door locked at night, and don't move around the house at night unless it is absolutely necessary," said Rigsby.

"All right," Amanda replied.

"No going into the boy's room under any circumstances, and no letting the boys into your room under any circumstances," Mr. Masters responded.

"And again, you're not allowed alone with the boys at any time," said Rigsby.

"Yes sir," Amanda and Mae replied in unison.

"You'll be calling your aunt five times a day, at scheduled times, and you'll also be calling me five times a day, separately," Rigsby responded.

"And you'll be calling your mom and I five times a day, each," said Mr. Masters.

"So, what are we supposed to do, sit around the house all day doing nothing?" Amanda asked.

"Yes," Rigsby answered.

"Can we go or not?" Mae questioned.

"We have to talk to your aunt and Mrs. Masters first," Rigsby replied.

At that time the front door opened and Grace, Mrs. Masters, Steven and Logan walked in. Rigsby and Mr. Masters walked outside with Mrs. Masters and Grace while they sat in the living room.

"So how did it go?" Mae asked.

Steven sighed. "That was torture."

"I'm sorry," Mae said.

"Logan?" Amanda questioned.

"I never want to go through that again," Logan replied.

There were a few silent moments and then Steven got up.

"Steven?" Mae inquired.

"Let's just forget about the whole thing," Steven responded.

No, this can't be happening, Mae thought. "Steven."

"I don't want to feel like I'm going to be arrested every time I come over, and I don't want to go through this every time we go out," Steven said.

"Steven, that won't happen," I replied.

Steven turned to Logan. "How about you?"

"Ditto," Logan responded as he stood.

"Logan," Amanda said.

"Sorry," Logan replied as he and Steven walked to the front door.

About that time the door opened and Aunt Grace, Rigsby, and Mr. and Mrs. Masters walked in.

"Where are you going?" Rigsby asked.

"We're pulling the plug on this thing, we're sorry we wasted your time, you won't have to worry about us anymore," Steven answered as he and Logan walked out.

Tears bit at Mae's eyes, and Amanda's eyes were glassy, both of them were trying not to cry. Mae heard Steven start up his car and drove off. When she was sure he was gone she got up, grabbed her purse, and headed for the door.

"I hope you all are happy," Mae said trying to keep her composure in front of the adults.

Amanda was close at Mae's heels and they got into Mae's car. Mae started it up and went the opposite direction of the boys.

"I don't care what we do, dinner, movie, I really don't care, I just don't want to go home. I have my debit card, so I'm good to go," said Amanda.

"Ditto," Mae replied.

"How could they do this?" Amanda asked.

"I don't know. What did we ever see in them?" Mae answered.

"I don't know either, but who needs guys?" Amanda responded.

"Seriously," Mae said.

Amanda and Mae ended up going to dinner and a movie, and then Mae drove Amanda home. When Mae got home she slammed the front door behind her, stormed into her room, slammed her bed room door, and opened it again.

"Just leave me alone and Rigsby, don't you even think about picking my lock!" Mae yelled at the top of her lungs. Mae slammed her door, and deciding that the first slam wasn't good enough she opened the door and slammed it again.


"She's mad," said Van Pelt.

"Yeah, I can tell," Rigsby replied.

"Normally she's very calm and collected, but she even scares me when she's mad," Van Pelt responded.

"Reminds me of you," said Rigsby.

Van Pelt smacked Rigsby upside the head.

"What? Normally you're extremely calm and collected, but you scare me when you're mad."

"Good to know," Van Pelt replied.


The next day Amanda and Mae went to the mall, and they were sitting in the food court when two guys walked up.

"Where are you two ladies from?" one guy asked.

"Go away," Mae said.

"I think you've just arrived from Sulks Ville," replied the other guy.

"Go away," Mae repeated.

Amanda cleared her throat, and nodded to where Steven and Logan were sitting.

"On second thought, please sit down."

The boys took the invitation and sat down.

"Haven't seen you two around," said Amanda.

"We don't come here very often," the first guy replied.

"Well, are you going to tell us your names?" Mae questioned.

"Josh."

"Nathan."

"I'm Mae," I responded.

"Amanda."

"Nice to meet you," said Josh.

"Would you two like to go out tomorrow night?" Nathan asked.

"Sure," Amanda answered.

"Dinner and a movie?" Josh questioned.

"Sounds good. How about seven?" Mae replied.

"We can't come pick you up if we don't know where you all live," Nathan responded.

They gave Nathan and Josh Amanda's address and then got up and left. As they passed by Steven and Logan's table they flipped our hair.

"Hey!" Logan called out.

Amanda and Mae turned to see two girls going over to Steven and Logan.

"You two want to go out tomorrow night?" Logan asked.

"Sure," said the first girl.

"Awesome," Logan replied.

"So, you're not going to have your parents interrogate us are you?" Steven questioned.

"No, of course not," responded the second girl.

"That's good, because our ex-girlfriend's parents, interrogated us," Logan said.

"That's horrible," replied the first girl.

"I know," Steven responded.

"And you're not going to push me away when I try to do something are you?" Logan inquired.

"No, why would I do that?" said the second girl.

"My ex was so high-strung, and had such high standards that only occasionally I could do this," Logan replied taking the girl's hand.

"So, meet you here tomorrow for a movie?" Steven pried.

"Yeah, sure," the girls said in unison before getting up.

Mae was extremely angry with Logan and Steven, shed wanted to go over and punch their lights out.

"I can't believe they said all that," said Amanda.

"Me neither, I want to go over there and punch their lights out," Mae replied.

"Who needs boys?" Amanda asked.

"You got that right," Mae answered.

"Come on, let's not think about them, and we can't let it ruin our shopping," Amanda responded.

"Sounds good," Mae said.

The next night Mae came out of her room in the dress she wore on my second date with Steven.

"Where are you going?" Rigsby asked.

"Out," Mae answered, she still wasn't very happy with Grace and Rigsby, and she wasn't on speaking terms with them unless it was absolutely necessary.

"With who?" Rigsby questioned.

"Amanda," Mae said.

"Dressed like that?" Rigsby inquired

"Yes," Mae replied.

"You're going out with a boy aren't you?" Rigsby pried.

"So what if I am?" Mae responded.

"Grace! Mae's going out with a boy!" Rigsby yelled.

Grace came running out of her bed room.

"Where are you going?" Grace asked.

"Out," Mae answered.

"With who?" Aunt Grace questioned.

"Amanda," Mae said.

"Dressed like that?" Grace inquired.

"Yes," Mae replied. Geez.

"You're going out with a boy aren't you?" Grace pried.

"So what if I am, what's it to you?" Mae asked.

"Mae," Grace sighed.

"What?" Mae questioned, quite frankly she was starting to get annoyed.

"I don't think this is the best idea," said Grace.

"Why not?" Mae inquired.

"You're not emotionally stable," Grace replied.

"I'm fine," Mae responded.

"No, I don't think you are," said Grace.

"Really, I'm fine. You are my aunt, but I'm eighteen, and you're not my mother." I turned to Rigsby. "You're not my uncle, and most importantly, you're not my father!" Mae yelled as she stormed out of the house. Mae soon arrived at Amanda's house and laid on the horn. Moments later, Amanda came out.

"Hey," Mae said as she pocketed her keys.

"You ready?" Amanda asked.

"Totally, you?" Mae answered.

"Yeah," Amanda replied.

Just then Josh and Nathan pulled up and they got in the car.


"I didn't like the looks of those boys," said Mrs. Masters.

"Me neither," replied Mr. Masters.

"Why do I get the feeling that compared to those boys, Steven and Logan are angels?" Mrs. Masters asked.

"Probably because they are," Mr. Masters answered.

"Oh, let's face it, Steven and Logan are angels," Mrs. Masters responded.

"We were too hard on them," Mr. Masters said.

"We were too hard on all four of them," Mrs. Masters replied.

"That we were," Mr. Masters agreed.

"I'm worried about the girls, I'm going to call Grace," Mrs. Masters responded.


Van Pelt and Rigsby were sitting around, both having a bad feeling about Mae going out, and both of them had their cellphones out on the coffee table, waiting for a call. Suddenly, Van Pelt's phone rang.

"Van Pelt."

"Grace," said Mrs. Masters.

"Hi Kim," Van Pelt replied, she put her on speaker.

"Did you happen to get a look at the boys Mae and Amanda are going out with?" Mrs. Masters asked.

"No," Van Pelt answered.

"We did and they look like thugs," Mrs. Masters responded.

"How?" Rigsby questioned.

"Hi Wayne," said Mrs. Masters. "The car was old and beat up. Music was blaring from the radio. Their pants were way too baggy so that you could see their underwear, and they had on nothing but wife-beaters under jackets."

"Oh," Van Pelt replied.

Ask them if they want to come over Rigsby mouthed.

"Do you two want to come over?" Van Pelt inquired.

"Yes, that would be nice," Mrs. Masters responded.

"All right, see you in a bit," said Van Pelt before hanging up.

About ten minutes later Mr. and Mrs. Masters arrived. The four of them sat in the living room talking and waiting for any one of the phones to ring at any given moment.


A/N: Thank you all for reading this story and I hope you're enjoying it.

DebbieOz: I guess you'll just have to continue reading to see if anyone is feeding Red John information or if he's just being a stalker.

Until next time!

¬Forest Princes