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

Sam began to step through the threshold, then stopped. She turned back, took a good long look at the girl with

orange and green hair, smiled, cautioned the girl to silence, and motioned for her to come in the room.

She had an idea.

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Chapter 17

The girl followed her in. Sam leaned into the girl and was amazed that she smelled surprisingly clean. Inexpensive

scented soap clean, but clean. She continued leaning in, next to her ear, and whispered; "I'll pay you a hundred

dollars to keep him occupied for two hours."

The waif looked at Freddie, still nude and asleep on the bed, then back to Sam. She leaned and whispered; "Any

problems with how I occupy him for two hours?"

Sam stood up straight and mouthed the word 'no' as she shook her head.

The waif nodded her head, and held out her hand. Sam stepped over to the chest of drawers, picked up her wallet

and gave the girl a hundred dollar bill.

The girl took the money, stuffed it into her apron, and stood back, waiting for Sam to do whatever she was going to

do. Sam pulled a pair of his sweat pants from the duffle bag, and pulled them on. She finished buttoning Freddie's

shirt, completed her text message, and sent it. She then stepped over to her wet clothes, and gathered them up.

Turning toward the door, Sam stopped and whispered "Remember, two hours. If I'm gone longer, I'll give you another

fifty, okay?"

The girl nodded, and Sam left. After the door closed, The green and orange mopped stick girl moved the short

distance to the door and turned the dead bolt - double locking it. The curtains were closed... She nodded to herself,

seemingly satisfied with their privacy.

Turning, she noticed the vitamin bottles on the chest of drawers, she picked them up and sat them on the bedside

table - just in case. She turned, sat in the only chair, untied her boots and kicked them off. She stood, pulled off her

stained, striped apron and olive drab camo sweatshirt, and dropped them on the floor. She wasn't wearing a bra, in

her opinion, and with her tiny mosquito bite tits, bras were a waste of money. At barely five feet tall, and almost ninety

pounds, she more resembled an eleven year old boy than a woman of nineteen years... But she had girl parts - the

bits that mattered to the fellas, and knew how to put what she had to good use. Shortly, her black sweatpants and

camo panties had joined their mates on the floor. Sitting back down, she removed her socks, dropped them on her

pile of clothes, and stared at his sleeping form.

"Yep, ole' Lizzie is gonna git herself a damn fine dickin in just a bit..." She murmured to herself.

Sam pulled off the frontage road and onto Aurora Avenue. She'd be back at the house in about fifteen minutes if

traffic wasn't bad. Her phone rang - it was Carly.

Lizzie spread her legs over the arm rails of the chair, and began slowly massaging her clit. Her other hand, almost

automatically, drifted to her left nipple. She pinched herself and began rubbing her clit harder, faster, until she began

to gulp in air.

She stopped, stood, rubbed her right hand along her aroused and wet pussy, and crawled onto the bed. Gliding up

next to his sleeping form, she positioned herself at his waist, took his limp dick in the palm of her damp hand, and

began to stroke him gently.

Sam tapped her ear bud... "Carl's, go home! Right now - say you're sick or something. Just get to the house as soon

as you can."

Sam listened for a moment before responding. "Yes, I found Freddie. Why didn't you say anything yesterday? Never

mind... We'll discuss that later. For now, just get home. I'm headed there now, and should be home in about ten

minutes. Call Mel and tell her too."

She tapped her ear bud again, disconnecting even as Carly was saying something further. She didn't care. She...

Really they, had bigger problems... Named Freddie.

Her phone rang again, then stopped. She glanced at the screen - it had been Melanie. Hopefully her sister had hung

up when Carly had called her... Hopefully.

He woke. He was groggy, but thought Sam must have some other plans...

"So, you're looking for another go?" He said as he began to prop himself up on his elbows. Looking down, he noticed

it wasn't Sam.

He shook his head.

"Hey there Mr. Tricky Dick. Name's Lizzy. Yer gal friend paid me ta keep ya busy for a spell... Any problem with how

I'm earnin' my pay?" She said.

He looked her over for a moment. She looked like she was twelve - and a bit under developed at that. She continued

stroking him, seemingly unfazed by his short scrutiny.

"How old are you, anyway?" Freddie asked.

"Nineteen... ID's in my apron if ya wanna see it." She said, still stroking his now slightly hardened cock.

He noticed a few slight stretch marks around her hips and tummy... Somebody's knocked her up at least once. Fred

mentally shrugged, and said; "My name's Buck."

"Well Buck, lets fuck." She said grinning.

"It's not polite to talk with your mouth full..." Fred replied, smiling.

"Got 'cha" She said as she lowered herself and took his prick in her mouth. Fred could feel things working as he

watched her head bobbing up and down.

Sam pulled up, and parked in front of the house. She grabbed a few things and attempted to run. Her (his) sweat

pants ended up around her ankles. She grabbed the pants, yanked them up and continued holding them up as she

ran to the front door. She let go of the pants as she pushed the key into the lock - the sweats slid down her legs. She

pushed the door open and did the pants - around - your - ankles shuffle inside.

The retired neighbor across the street had observed the entire 'blonde with the falling pants' episodes. He thought

that it was always nice to see any of the three women that lived there, but this was just an added bonus. He took off

his glasses and wiped them on his shirt - just in case there was a repeat performance.

A few moments later, he noticed the small dark haired woman pull into the driveway of the house across the street.

She got out of her car and briskly walked up to the side door. He was a bit disappointed since she didn't seem to

have the same pants issues. He shrugged, straightened his newspaper back out and continued going over it. After a

bit, the other blonde that lived across the street pulled up in that old Lincoln they had. She looked like she was related

to the first blonde, the one with the pants problems. Maybe even twins. She parked in the driveway and went into the

side door as well. She was wearing a dress... A red one. He liked blondes in red dresses, always had. Unfortunately

there was only a slight breeze today... Maybe tomorrow... He'd check the weather forecast in the paper.

Inside the house, they weren't particularly worried about the weather. Carly was sniffling, with Melanie attempting to

comfort her while Sam continued speaking.

"... Look, I have no idea what kind of crap he has planned, but he knows something. I think the only reason he was

looking us up individually was to gather more information... To compare notes. Yes, it pisses me off - and you not

telling us of your little get together ticks me off quite a bit too, Carls... I mean really... We've got Gibby looking for him,

and even he can't find him. Then he shows up, fucks you senseless, feeds you some bullshit line, and you don't spill."

Sam stated.

"Look Sam, I think any of us might have done the same thing under the same circumstances." Melanie said in an

attempt to console Carly.

"Well... You're probably right. Carly, I'm not so much mad at you as I am angry that you fell for the shit he's shoveling.

He must have had a great line..." Sam said.

"Well, you fucked him quickly enough!" Carly vented.

"I don't deny it, the man has skills. But I did him for a different reason. I wanted to buy time. How was I supposed to

know he'd fuck me into a orgasmic coma! I can barely walk! I admit it, I screwed up!" Sam vehemently replied.

"Well, that's the truth... I'm still sore myself." Carly said with a slight wince.

"Look ladies, it's been an hour and a half. We need to get back to the motel. It's time for this to happen, one way or

the other." Sam said.

"How do you know he'll still be there, sis?" Melanie asked.

"I hired some kid, one of the maids, to keep him there for two hours." Sam replied as she finished tying her shoes.

"YOU WHAT?" Melanie and Carly shouted together.

"What? I hired one of the maids to... What did I say... To distract him. No, to occupy him. Yeah, occupy him for a

couple hours. What's wrong with that? Oh shit..." Sam said pensively.

"Oh shit indeed. You hired some slut to fuck him, you idiot!" Carly admonished as Melanie nodded in agreement.

"DAMN IT! Okay, we've got to go... Maybe she didn't fuck him. Or if she did, who cares. He's been fucking someone

while he was gone. He's got some new tricks that he didn't have before." Sam said as the three women streamed out

the door and got in the Lincoln.

Melanie started the car and began backing out of the driveway. Once she was on the street she began shaking her

head as she mused out loud: "I can not believe you'd hire a whore to keep Freddie occupied. What were you thinking,

sis?"

Sam didn't answer, she only shook her head slightly and stared out the windshield.

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Yep, another.

But...

Still not finished!

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This is a far as pigwiz got. All further chapters are mine, not pigwiz, so don't blame her! LOL