Chapter Ten
Twisted
The afternoon was hot, but a light breeze drifted through. Marguerite wandered outside, a book in hand. She waved at Challenger who was busy catching small rodents to feed his new pet. He nodded her way, then, scurried off into the underbrush. He had named the snake Edison after Thomas Edison the famous inventor of the light bulb. Marguerite had not be amused when the professor decided to keep the creature, but as long as it was kept in a contained area, she supposed she could deal with it.
Marguerite carefully crawled onto the net swing Challenger had put up a few weeks back. She loved to come out here and read when she wanted some alone time. She leaned back, settling in to enjoy her book. The swing tittered then, the ends twisted up, trapping her inside. She struggled to get free, but it only resulted in her rolling over. She was now imprisoned in the netting, staring at the ground. "John! Challenger! Veronica! Malone!"
Her face pressed against the netting, cutting into her flesh. She wiggled her feet, but found very little room to move in. Squirming, she was unable to get her feet free. They were awkwardly bent over each other, causing pain to shot up her ankle whenever she budged.
"Damn," she murmured. She reached her hands up, trying to undo her face, but her hair was caught in the twist. Frustrated, she used all her strength to hoist her self back around. She took a few deep breaths, glaring up at the tree branches. "I could use a little help!"
Challenger came rushing out of the forest. He took one look at her and sprinted over. "Oh dear, Marguerite. Lay still, I'll get you out."
When Marguerite was free, a few strands of her hair stuck in the netting, she examined the swing. One of the hooks had been twisted and the edges of the net had been folded over. Sabotage, she thought bitterly. The little prick knows I come out here a lot.
She stormed back into the tree house. "Where's Roxton?" she demanded of Malone.
"He went to collect Kimiwi for Challenger."
Marguerite fled from the house in search of her husband. She trekked through the forest until she reached the field where the Kimiwi grew like weeds. She saw him stooped over, plucking a chunk full of Kimiwi from the ground. "Roxton," she snapped.
He glanced up, frowning. "Oh. It's you. Come to scream at me some more, Marguerite?"
"No," she said more kindly. Don't let him know he got you with the swing. "I was just worried about you."
He eyed her strangely, his eyes narrowing as they often did. "Worried about me? For Heaven's why?"
She smiled, walking up to stand directly in front of him. "Ok, maybe worried was the wrong word." She leaned forward, kissing him sweetly on the mouth. "Let's just forget the whole messy business." She nibbled his ear. "What do you say, John? Truce?"
He pursed his lips to the side in thought before shrugging. "Sure. Why not?"
Marguerite ran her hands along his chest, her lips cascading up and down his throat. She slipped off his suspenders then, pulled his shirt free from his pants. She slid her hand down and groped him. "Do you want me, John?"
"Yes," his moan came out deep and full of yearning.
Marguerite quickly withdrew her hand and stepped back. "You should have thought about that before tampering with the swing!" She whirled around and marched back towards the tree house.
End Chapter Ten
For those of you who wanted to see some sexual action. Lol. I know it's not what you all quite had in mind, but it's what you're getting.