Ch. 12: Plans in the Making

Sorry it took me some time to update. Last week of school coming up, but I managed to get this done. Be on the look-out for Ch 13; it will be coming very soon. I promise.

If people like Harold and Mary simply gave up when faced with a challenge they could not overcome, it is likely that the world would be a better place. Unfortunately, those with hard heads and equally hard hearts are as stubborn as mules and view challenges as the perfect way to prove their worth to the world.

Harold and Mary had decided to do just that.

After checking into a rather luxurious hotel and bathing to the point where their skin was raw, the couple began plotting revenge not only on Frank N. Futer, but on Kayla Dalson as well.

"That girl has gone to far," Harold declared, wincing as his scrubbed skin chafed against his thick robe. "She cannot be returned to her family without undergoing some form of correction first."

"What did you have in mind, dear?" Mary asked, rubbing pink lotion over her skinny legs.

"Give me a week with that trollop, that's what I suggest. Humph, a belt would do her the world of good. Not to mention a strict diet of bread and water. Like to see her smirk after that!"

"That's all very well and good, but how do we get Kayla?" Mary shuddered. "You heard what that awful man said. If we approach him again, he'll release those pictures to the paper and then…" Mary let her voice trail off, unable to finish.

"My dear, I have thought of that. Look at this!" Harold marched over to a nearby table, picked up a square of paper, and showed it to his wife

"An invitation?" Mary asked, although she had no need. She was quite familiar with the look of a posh invitation card.

"Indeed it is. It seems our man Dr. Futer is having a rather large masqurade ball this Saturday, invitation only. I found this in my pocket; one of those cads must have slipped it in there when he…. ahem, last night. We disguise ourselves, slip in unnoticed, and slip out with Kayla. Pretend to be some of her crowd and she'll never know the difference."

"That idea should work," Mary agreed. "But what about the pictures?"

"Again, we cozy up to Furter, pretend to have a laugh over what that… man did to us, ask him to show us the photos, and slip them away without him noticing."

"Oh, Harold, it's brilliant!"

"Isn't it? We'll be back in England in no time at all, with the thanks of the Dalson family to boot. With their endorsement, we'll be invited to every gathering under the sun!"

"This time, Mary, this time, we'll end up on top!"
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"Those two will be easier to spot than a train wreck," Paul declared, lying back on the bed. "How much you wanna bet they come in a tuxedo and evening gown?"

Kayla, who was lying on her stomach, raised her head to look at her current lover.

"I'm still a little worried. Frank has the upper hand with the pictures and all, but Harold doesn't go down easily. One the wine wears up, he's up and raring to go."

Paul stroked Kayla's bare side with the tip of one finger.

"Believe me, I know," he smirked. "But listen, I heard Riff and Frank talking. They were talking about making sure something in the lab is in working order. Something big too."

"Well, the big machines in the lab are the reactor, the sonic oscillator, and the Medusa- OH!"

Beside her, Paul was laughing.

"You don't think?"

"Yeah, I do, Kayla! Those idiots of yours are in for a 'hard' time, if you'll pardon the pun."

"Well," Kayla, said, beginning to giggle herself. "If that's how Saturday is going to be, then I don't think the week can pass fast enough."

"Oh, I can think of a way to make the days fly," Paul declared, his hand reaching for Kayla's midriff. "Want me to show you!"

"Yeah!"

All in all, Kayla thought she just might be able to keep her mind occupied until Saturday.