A Red Picket Fence

Sam's smile turned into a cheshire cat grin as she typed in the information... In a moment, she frowned as she mumbled "...that fucker..." and passed the phone to Freddie.

Chapter 8

Fred took the offered phone, and squinted at the text on the screen.

"Your phone is too small to read much on. Let's go into the front room." Fred said while getting up, and handing the phone back to Sam. He took the gnome, and the papers as well before making his way through the archway into the living room.

Fred went to a desk and retrieved a laptop computer while Melanie turned on the wall sized television with a remote. Fred sat down on the recently used couch with a fleeting smile, and turned on the laptop. Carly and Sam brought fresh coffee for everyone and sat the cups on the coffee table. Carly and Sam sat on either side of Fred, while Melanie sat on the floor between Fred's legs.

"I type faster than you." Mel said as she took the laptop and placed it on the table in front of her.

"Logged out, Sam?" Mel asked as the computer came up and a mirror image replayed itself on the huge TV screen on the opposite wall. Mel took the papers and logged in. In a moment the screen filled with:

'Congratulations on your purchase of the 'HOUSEBREAKER' ! Model 376 is designed for temporarily altering female thought patterns. Model 476 is designed to do the same for males. The range of operation is approximately 300 feet with no obstructions, or fifty plus feet through normal walls...' The document went on to explain how to place the device for the best power, etc...

Melanie stared at the laptop screen she had been reading as if in a stupor. Carly mumbled "Who the hell would ever do something like that..." While Sam was shaking her head.

"Well, now we know what happened between you two. Someone was trying to split you up, and nearly succeeded!" Sam seethed. Melanie nodded as she read the web sites header. She clicked on 'USER ACCOUNT'. The screen changed to:

'Welcome back 'PUSSYHAMMER'

No messages.

No alerts.'

"Pussyhammer? Really? Pussyhammer... Whoever has this account is... I just don't know." Carly disgustedly gasped.

Sam chuckled. "You sure this isn't your account, Fredick? That's a fair description of you!"

Fred shook his head, no... "SAM! Not funny!" Carly scolded as Mel lightly swatted Sams' knee. Mel then continued reading the header for this page and clicked on 'USER DETAILS / PREFERENCES'.

'USER: PUSSYHAMMER

Preferences: Not set

No messages

No alerts

Billing Information: Vert DeShirt; VISA xxxx xxxx xxxx 3785 Card expired.'

"I'M GONNA KILL HIM! I'M GOING TO MURDER THAT PIECE OF SHIT! Sam yelled as she stood up, heading toward the front door.

"I'M COMING TOO!" Carly screeched as she shot up also, and began to follow Sam.

"NO! WAIT!" Melanie yelled.

Sam spun around, and said; "No... You two stay here - we'll need an alibi." As she nodded her head, agreeing with herself.

"Gloves! We need some gloves. Do you have a couple pair of dishwashing gloves, Mel? Do you have any? Green ones would be nice." Carly asked.

"Green? Are you serious, Carly? Green? Gloves are a good idea - no fingerprints. But what difference does the color make? Really Carly..." Sam stated flatly.

Fred still looked dazed. Melanie got up and yelled; "You're not going anywhere! There are better ways to deal with this!"

"Oh yeah? What's better than ripping his weenie off and stuffing it down his throat? Huh? Answer that, Mel!" Carly yelled back.

"Really Carly, his 'weenie'?" Sam and Mel said at the same time.

Carly shrugged.

"I think I get where you're going with this, Mel..." Fred said, coming out of his stupor.

"Right! Listen... Sam, Carly, how do you really hurt someone?" Melanie asked.

"Attack the fucker with a weed whacker! I've got a good one out in my truck. That thing hurts like hell if it clips you." Sam said.

"Nope, that's not it..." Mel said.

"What it is, is to take away something, or refuse something that someone covets." Carly interjected knowingly.

"Exactly!" Fred said, grinning.

"Yep, that's the best way." Mel added.

"So... We don't kill him... We just fuck with his head?" Sam asked, obviously confused.

"Yes sis! We fuck with his head! He wants to get laid! He's more than likely still a virgin. This is a job for us gals, and I know just what to do!" Melanie said enthusiastically.

"Eww... You don't mean sleep with 'it' do you sis?" Sam queried, disgusted.

"I know! We're going to drive him crazy! This is a job for bikinis!" Carly said.

"No sis... Exactly Carly! Fred, does he still leave every afternoon?" Mel asked.

"Yeah, I guess... Around five or six I think. But, what are you planning?" Fred answered.

"Of course! Bikinis! Brilliant idea sis! We don't step foot outside the house without a bikini! He'd go bat shit crazy seeing us parading around in a bikini all the time! Yard work; bikini. Take out the trash; bikini!" Sam gushed.

Fred nodded knowingly. This would drive the pervert insane - and the collateral damage, the gals wearing bikinis all the time around the house, wouldn't be hard on the eyes either. Fred thought.

"Right! So here's the plan; We've got some time to get over to Sam's condo, and get some stuff... Clothes and such. I don't have a bikini, we'll have to get some. Fred, you take Sam's truck, we'll take the car. We'll load up the truck with what we need, then you bring it home and unload it. We'll go get some swimwear while you're doing that. We'll pick up something for dinner - I'm thinking Chinese, then rendezvous back here in time to watch the shitty wanker leave. Carly, he doesn't know your car, so you follow him and find out where he goes. I don't remember seeing him return once he's left. Maybe he works a night shift somewhere." Mel said as she counted the different points off on her fingers.

" Then what?" Carly asked.

"Then, you came home, we eat if we haven't yet, and we have Sam pick his lock and we do a little tour of his house. We need to see just how big a pervert this bastard is, and the best way to deal with him."

"Perfect!" Sam said as Carly nodded in agreement.

"While were there, I can tap his computer and see what the asshole is up to." Fred injected.

"Oh yes!" Sam and Mel said together as Carly happily nodded.

"Freddie, give me the credit card..." Mel commanded.

The afternoon was spent gathering needed items from Sam's condo, and swimwear shopping as Fred unloaded and fretted over how much his three 'wives' would rack up on his credit card.

When they returned, they unpacked various bags from shops and a take out Chinese place. Watching them model their purchases after they'd eaten, almost made the large dent in his credit card worth it. They all had a number of bikinis, and knew how to use 'em.

They had positioned Carly's car in the driveway so the pervert couldn't easily see it, but would be easy to pull out and follow him as he left. Melanie sat at the front window, giving her a view of his car in his driveway. Sam went through her lock picking tools, while Carly, dressed casually with a face hiding hoodie, waited in her car.

Each held a cell phone at the ready.

See! I told you I would continue this! Chapter 9 should be ready shortly.

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