Oh my gosh... i can't beleive i finally updated! What's it been? a whole week? im sorry to leave you hanging... but as soon as i got over a bit of my writers block, Tennis practice started... oh my god... its so hard! ive been spending over 5 hours a day in the hot sun running and hitting tennis balls... dang... but im sure it will be worth it when you see me playing in theUS open.. u'll say.. "hey there's that guy who wrote that really funny story a few years ago!" lol but on a serious note... expect the next update either by sunday...or whenever.

This chapter: meh... some more fluff... Tucker finds something out... etc, etc.

Disclaimer: don't own it, never did, never will.

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Chapter 12: Getting out of Trouble

"Do you have ANY idea what is wrong with this picture?" Jeremy Manson had exclaimed.

Danny merely blushed, and Sam staring lustily at him and was too distracted to pay attention to her father.

Pam started to have that feeling again, that feeling where she couldn't control what she said or did, just acted on impulse, and let out a rather soft moan, and said out loud, "That I'm not up there with him?" she said answering her husband's question.

Danny's eyes grew as large as saucers and started to realize how large of a goose egg that he had just laid.

He was in trouble, BIG trouble, and only to make matters worse, he was "love-cuffed" to his girl friend's bed. Danny tried to phase through, but no dice, for once; one of his father's inventions actually worked decently.

"Of all the times to be competent Dad…why now?" Our poor Danny thought as he continued to struggle against his restraints.

Sam continued to straddle Danny and started to crawl up his body until her lips captured Danny's in a breath-taking kiss that left Danny struggling for air, kicking his legs in exasperation, and fighting the constraints that uncomfortably rendered him helpless.

"Samantha! What on Earth do you think you are doing young lady?" Her father screamed, but still too shocked by the sight before his eyes to do anything but stare.

"I'm just having some fun with Danny, that's all, now can you please leave us alone?" Sam said, breaking the lip-lock between her and the poor boy under her.

"How on Earth do you think we are going to answer that question? Of course not! Now de-shackle that young hoodlum and kick his butt out of our house!" Jeremy said, still using his 'intimidating face', which at all wasn't really intimidating, it just made him look silly.

"Now honey, I think that you shouldn't be so hard on poor Daniel, I mean it's not our daughter's fault she's so attracted to him." Pamela said to her husband but still glaring at Danny.

"Pam… I don't think that made sense, and what is with you? You normally hate that brat more than I do… something isn't right."

Pamela took Jeremy's hand outside Sam's bedroom door and closed it, blocking out the muffled screams for help from Danny.

"Jeremy, nothing's wrong! I swear, it's just that it's our Sammy-kin's first little boyfriend and…"

"You call that LITTLE BOYFRIEND? Were you blind? Was the sun in your eyes? Oh wait, no it couldn't be, because of all the jet black paint you let our daughter use to paint her room!" Jeremy interrupted, still quite perturbed.

"Honey, please; if Sammy thinks it's best for her, then we should believe her, I mean, she has great taste in boys after all." There was an awkward silence between them, but was broken by more of Danny's pleas for help from inside the dark room.

As the parents walked away, more screams could be heard, fortunately not loud enough for The Manson's hearing; sounded like the following: "No! Please that tickles! AHH! What are you doing? Those are my pants!" And even if the parents could hear those screams, chances are they wouldn't have done anything, after all, it's not like Sam is in any actual danger…

Just Danny.

Meanwhile…

Jasmine Fenton had won a battle not easily fought… one with her mother. She even won this fight about a boy, and when I say fight about… I mean fight over a boy, more specifically, Tucker.

This battle was one worth celebrating, I mean, she just managed to convince her parents to let her and Tucker go up to her room…alone…with the door closed.

And Jazz knew just how to celebrate…it goes without saying… but I'll go ahead and say it anyway.

Jazz, in her state of…hormonal surplus, dragged Tucker up the stairs with her and flung him in her room. Tucker was getting excited now; this is exactly what he wanted right?

He managed to convince himself so and went on proceeding with the events that were unfolding, and of course you all know me well enough to tell that I mean: Making out…excessively.

Things were getting a bit rough. Tucker was now getting himself in quite a pickle, as in… Jazz was motioning towards something that only married people should do… (And of course I don't need to say what it is).

This brought things into perspective for Tucker, he knew that if this magical, unearthly body spray was able to make Jazz go this far, that this was dangerous…and if fallen into the wrong hands, could prove to be dastardly!

Though, during this period of time Jazz was attempting to wriggle Tucker's pants off, but do to how ticklish he is, the constant kicking and jostling of his legs delayed Jazz's attempts.

Things weren't going that well for Danny either.

Whenever Danny had been out ghost hunting, which was actually not that much lately, but whenever he would Sam and Tuck had always been with him helping. He had noticed how stronger he had gotten, no actually he needed to be complimented and touched by Paulina/Valerie/Sam/Star/Sam's Mom to actually think, "hmm… I seem to have gotten slightly stronger…"

But Sam had always been working just as hard as he was, constantly running, and doing Tucker's share of helping really took a toll on her body, by that I mean, made her stronger, strong enough to keep a physically exhausted Danny pinned down…although that wasn't much of a feat, as he was still handcuffed to her bed.

Sam wasn't listening to Danny's plea's either, otherwise, she wouldn't be trying to rip Danny's pants off while silently chanting, "Must have Danneh, must have Danneh…"

But alas, a light at the end of a dark tunnel! Danny spotted something dangling from beneath Sam's skirt, between that and her underpants. How he managed to get a view like that…well…I'm sure he'd rather not say.

Anyway… he had no time to stare up Sam's skirt… well he had a few seconds………………………………………………………………………………………………….. There we go.

What he saw was something that he could use… a key! The very key that he could use to de-shackle himself from the bed and escape. All he had to do was reach up her skirt, as sick as it sounded, and easily just unlock the cuffs… the only problem… he physically wasn't able to do that, so he would need to find a different route…

"Hey Sammy… do you think you can…you know… de-shackle me? I mean I can have more fun if I could use my hands." As Danny's words left his mouth, Sam's eyes lit up with joy and excitement, and quickly unlocked the Fenton Ghost-cuffs awaiting for Danny to make a move.

"Now where were we?" Sam said in a throaty voice that sent shivers down Danny's spine, and caused Goosebumps all over his body, that made a chill that made him realize that he had no shirt on.

"Uh… actually Sam, I forgot…. I uh…left something at…Tucker's house! Yeah! That's it, sorry Sam… but I need to go, I'll be back as soon as I can." Danny mumbled hastily as he went ghost and flew out before any argument could be made.

"Maybe Tucker can help me out here… hopefully he's staying out of trouble…"


A/N: well that wasn't too bad was it? I tried, and well... thats all i can do! I tried to write this between the morning and afternoon practices, but i was too tired to be competent... anyhoo... please review! Make my day!