I always enjoyed stories by pigwiz, and her famous (to a few of us) unfinished fic Red Picket Fence. I messaged pigwiz in May of 2020. I didn't receive a reply until January of 2021. My question was if she was going to finish the fic. She said no, she wasn't. We communicated sporadically throughout the Winter about the story until I worked up enough nerve to ask if she minded if I finished it. To my surprise, she said she didn't mind at all, and sent copies of her notes and a flowchart of the fic. The ending she had planned was pretty much a surprise to me. I asked if she minded if I changed the ending if I finished the story. I thought I'd lost her there. She didn't reply for about a month, but in her next reply she agreed to whatever I wanted to do with the story. So, based on her notes and flowchart, with changes where I felt them necessary, I'm going to try to wrap this up. I thought about it on and off for a bit, then decided to do it. To make sense of the story, I'm reposting her original chapters with no changes. My take on her fic start at chapter 18. Beth (pigwiz) hasn't replied to my messages since May of '21, so whatever I come up with, hopefully, will have her blessing. So, without further explanations, enjoy the great unfinished pigwiz fic of 'A Red Picket Fence' and my humble attempts to finish it.
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A Red Picket Fence
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.
Chapter 9
An agonizing anticipation was shared by all four of them. Each sat, musing, planning, plotting... Lost in their collective
thoughts. Melanie watched through the 'cracked open' venetian blinds. Sam stood behind her, still cataloging and
selecting her lock-picking tools. She occasionally peered over her twin sisters shoulder while Fred knelt next to the
window with his cell phone ready. Carly's number waiting, as his finger hovered over the call button. Carly sat in her
car - engine running, hand on the gear shift, ear bud in place... Filing her nails.
All in silence. All lost in thought.
All plotting revenge.
After what seemed like days of waiting, an old green mini-van backed out of Vert's driveway, and onto the street.
"THAT'S HIM!" Melanie shrieked as she stuck her fingers into the blinds.
Sam jumped, startled at her sisters outburst and dropped a few of her tools. She yanked her sisters hand out of the
blinds, hissing; "He can see us!"
"Yep, it is..." Fred agreed as he tore his eyes from the window, glanced at his phone, and pressed 'CALL'.
"I see him" Carly answered almost instantly after the first chime of her phone. She moved the gearshift into 'D', and
pulled out of the driveway and onto the street a few seconds after Vert had passed. 'I can do this' was her only
thought, her mantra.
Fred put his phone on speaker while Carly kept up a constant comment on their whereabouts as she followed, nearly
expertly, a few car lengths behind the dirty green mini-van.
"Sounds like they are heading toward SeaTac" Fred surmised out loud.
"...looks like it..." Carly's tinny, amplified voice replied. Suddenly a pickup truck maneuvered into her lane, blocking
Carly's view. She quietly cursed, sped up and resumed her position three cars behind the mini van.
Sam was going through various 'soft' blunt weapons, quietly mumbling to herself the most effective ways to use them.
Mel continued tracking Carly's position on a Google map of the area around the airport while Fred was watching the
map on the computer screen and wincing as Sam 'thought out loud' about the damage she would be doing to Vert's
limbs.
"I'm heading into the town of 'White Center'... It's kind of ugly... Now we're on 16th Avenue South West... Ten
thousand block." Carly commented.
"Got it, Carly. That looks like a crappy area..." Melanie said, Fred nodded silently.
"Oh yeah... Shitty place alright." Sam agreed loudly so Carly could hear her over the phone.
"OH. MY. GOSH! You will not believe where he's stopped! He's getting out, yep, he's heading up to - now going in the
door. You will not fucking believe this..." Carly exclaimed, then began to chuckle.
Silence...
"CARLS! Are you..." Mel nearly yelled.
"Yeah yeah... I'm fine. Just parking across the street. He just walked into a shop, yep..." Carly flatly stated.
"Where the hell are you, Carly?" Sam asked.
"I'm parked across the street from a shop. What... I don't know... A shop seems like it would be a nice place... This
doesn't look like a nice shop. Maybe this is a store. I like to shop, but this place gives shops and shopping a very bad
name... Whatever.
"What the hell are you talking about, Carly? No one gives a damn if it's a shop or a store or... Whatever. Where are
you?" Sam growled toward the phone.
The place he just went into is named 'RUBB-ER KITTY PORN PALACE'." Carly laughed.
It started slowly... First a dainty snort, but still a snort from Mel. Fred had started to chuckle and shake his head. Carly
was giggling into the phone. Sam was guffawing loudly, and had almost immediately begun to back up to the wall
next to the door, then slide down the wall until she was sitting on the floor, laughing.
After a few moments the four wiped their eyes and began looking at each other, while still chuckling. Carly, having
announced she was headed home, hung up.
Fred, still grinning, yawned.
"Are you tired, babe?" Sam asked as she sat on the arm of his chair, running her hands across his shoulders.
"Of course our Freddie's tired" Mel cooed as she took his hands and gently pulled him up out of the chair.
"Why don't you lay down for a while, sweets? Get a little nap." Melanie said, guiding him toward the bedroom. Sam
nodded her agreement, and followed along.
Fred realized he had been on autopilot for the last hour or so, and agreed as well. He really could use a bit of a rest.
The sisters sat him down on the bed and took a seat on either side of him.
"You're going to need a little rest. Carly will be home in less than an hour, and I'm sure she has some plans for you."
Melanie said as she gently pushed him back onto the bed.
Sam began to massage his temples while her sister pulled off his shoes.
"Tea, Sis?" Melanie asked as she silently slipped out of the room. Sam nodded, bent down and gave Freddie a quick
peck on the lips, while saying;
"You'd best get some sleep. Carly is going to expect her go soon after she gets back... And after, we're all three going
to fuck your balls off. I doubt you'll be getting out of bed for a day or two. So rest up, because we have plans... For
you and your monkey." Sam said with a quiet chuckle.
He watched her silently walk out of the door, turn back, and blow him a kiss. She flicked off the light and closed the
door. He lay there in the dark for a while, going over the day. Just how crazy could it get? He had gone from thinking
he was getting divorced to being in a wild relationship with three women - all in less than eight hours. It was insane...
But he wasn't complaining!
A small smile turned into a full grin. His eyes grew heavy, his breathing slowed... He slept.
The sisters prepared their tea silently. Each consumed with her own thoughts. The kettle boiled. After a moment to let
the water settle, the near boiling water was poured over the long leaf breakfast tea and left to steep.
"Now what, Sis?" Sam asked as she placed two cups on the table.
Melanie stood up from rummaging in the refrigerator, and glanced at the table setting. "Carly will be back soon and
may want tea also..."
"Way ahead of you, Melly." Sam said as she took another cup down from the cupboard.
"We've got no cream. We'll have to make do with this grape jam and butter on our scones." Melanie mused.
"You expected to have cream? It's a wonder Freddie has jam and butter. He's been here by himself for months. I'm
just glad Carly brought scones with the other groceries." Sam replied.
"We'll discuss everything when Carly gets home. I do think we should take care of this business right away, though."
Melanie said as she placed a tub of butter in the middle of the table.
Sam said nothing, but nodded as she set out the silverware. As they worked, they continued to glance up and catch
each others eyes briefly. The meaning was clear. This Vert guy was going down, and it would happen before Freddie
woke from his nap. They didn't want Freddie attempting to talk them out of whatever plans they would put together
after Carly arrived.
The sisters busied themselves adjusting the table settings, folding napkins and placing a cozy over the tea pot to
keep it warm. Soon, Carly arrived. Stepping through the kitchen door, she noticed the tea, and smiled.
"You two read my mind!" Carly exclaimed as she joined the twins at the table.
The discussion over tea was a single item. What to do with Mr. Vert DeShirt. Castration was discussed at length, but
tabled as it actually could get them into trouble with the law. Carly had been strangely quiet for some time when she
blurted out:
"I've got the perfect plan!" And then explained it.
The twins loved the idea, and decided to put it into play at the earliest opportunity. The three women tidied up the
kitchen, and then set to work. Sam went outside, to her truck to prepare. Melanie watched his house from the front
porch and Carly selected some appropriate clothing: black sweats for she and Melanie.
After about twenty minutes, Melanie came back in the house saying Vert had just pulled into his driveway, and gone
into the house. Carly left Mel to change, while she went to collect Sam. In a few minutes, they all three met in front of
their driveway, turned and walked the short distance to Vert's home.
"Sis?" Mel queried pointing to what Sam was carrying.
"No worries Mel, I've loaded it with string. It'll hurt like hell, but won't cut." Sam replied grinning. Melanie smiled.
Carly and Melanie went to the front door, while Sam hid, slightly to the right of them.
Carly knocked.
Nothing...
Melanie knocked.
Carly and Mel knew it would be easy as soon as he answered the door. Vert was dressed in a very much over sized
pink ballet outfit... Including the tutu - and had a large piece of pizza hanging from his mouth. Carly stepped forward
slightly, looking away to try to keep from falling to the floor, laughing. Melanie however was ready for, well anything as
she greeted him in a normal, maybe slightly breathless tone.
Vert, looking like a four hundred pound, upright, hippopotamus wearing pink tights and a tutu, attempted a greeting
through the pizza. Failing miserably at that, he stepped back, still holding the door open. This is the exact thing Sam
had been waiting for. She rushed in the door, pushing Carly and her sister in with her.
Then she kicked the door closed.
Passerby's heard loud squealing and screams shortly replaced by the revving of a weed whacker engine.
This went on for a while...
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Told you silly's I was going to finish this...
It's not done yet, though. But it nearly is...
