Chapter 97
A Party Spoiled
Roger was enjoying a rare, quiet fall evening at home with a book.
Silky was snug in the breakfast nook busily working on her sewing projects.
Anita Larsen was up at the Karloff library working with Warren Johnson and the giant wolf couple were snoozing in the front parlour where a cheery fire spread its warmth.
Freya had gone to a party at a classmate's house and he'd go pick her up later.
It was her first non-birthday party and the towering fourteen year old was very happy to go, Roger took it as a sign that the young giantess was being accepted socially and the girl had assured him that her friend's parents would be there to supervise.
The unexpected phone call shattered that illusion, it was the young hostess, she was crying.
"It's Freya, she's staggering and acting all drunk..."
Roger's heart sank, "I'm on my way, keep an eye on her and don't leave her alone!" Within seconds, he was speeding through traffic on his way to the girl's house.
Pulling into the driveway, Roger quickly noticed that one of the cars was gone, where were the girl's parents?
A minute later he was looking down at a teary eyed young girl, "Where is she?" he asked grimly.
The girl gulped and led him into the den where he saw Freya sprawled in an easy chair as only an intoxicated eight foot tall girl could.
Sprawling in the big chair with a stupid expression on her pretty face, she smiled at him blearily and tried to focus her eyes, but to no avail.
"Stay here!" he ordered the girl while he investigated the nearly empty punchbowl. One sip of the colorful concoction told him everything.
There was enough vodka in the mixture to stun a horse and Freya had likely polished off quite a bit of it.
Returning to the den where Freya was still awake, but not for much longer.
The girl was standing there with frightened eyes and he said to her, "First off, where are your parents? Who's in charge here and who mixed the vodka into that punch?"
The girl withered under his piercing glare and said weakly, "They're out of town and my older brother's here...I don't know what happened to the punch...I didn't put any vodka in it, I swear to God!"
Tears were streaming from her eyes by now.
He sighed and asked, "Where is your brother now?"
She looked at him blankly and said in a small voice, "He was here a little while ago...I...I don't know where he could be?"
"Check his room, see if he's in there while I deal with Freya." Roger said with a frown.
As the girl ran off to check on her brother's whereabouts, he shanghaied a couple of the bigger boys to help him with Freya.
One of them was Rayshawn, Tamara Johnson's older brother and a player on the varsity football team in high school.
He in turn tapped another hulking youth and the three of them got Freya on her feet and managed to get her into the van with a minimum of damage to her head from hitting her head on things on her way out the door.
As she stretched out on her side in the van, Roger turned to Rayshawn and his friend and after thanking them with a ten spot each asked, "Do you know who spiked that punch? I think I already know the answer, but I want to hear your opinions."
Rayshawn's handsome face grimaced and he replied, "If it was anybody, it was Tara's older brother. He was loitering about the punch bowl and I saw him talking to several of the girls before Freya got so wasted."
His hulking friend also nodded in agreement.
Roger frowned and said, "That's kind of what I was thinking. Spike the punch, get the girls drunk and hope to get lucky. Only Freya drank up most of it and got wasted, then Tara got scared and called me."
Going back into the house, Roger found Tara and asked her, "Have you found him?" Tara shook her head in a 'no'.
Roger then told her to call the police, when she hesitated, he declared, "Your brother has created a dangerous situation here and I want a police report on this."
Tara continued to hesitate until Roger said quietly, "It's very likely your brother is having sex with one of your friends in his bedroom. Not one of these girls is of age, if I go into his room, I will hurt him...Badly. Now, call the police!"
Tara tearfully made the call and Roger said firmly, "Now we camp out by his door."
When Rayshawn asked why, he replied, "Because he has a young girl in there and there is no good reason for a young girl to be alone in a locked bedroom, with a grown man."
When the police arrived in two squad cars Roger saw that Sergeant Jonas was the ranking officer on scene, he went to talk with him while the two patrolmen went to deal with Tara's brother.
He grinned at Roger as they shook hands and asked, "Now what?"
Roger showed him the sleeping Freya and said, "The girl throws a party while the folks are away. 'Big Brother' spikes the punch to get lucky with one of these girls. Only Big Bertha here drank up most of it and got snockered.
"Meanwhile, big brother is locked in his bedroom, presumably with a young girl. I called for you guys 'cause if I handle it, he's gonna get hurt, badly. I don't need an assault and battery beef for thumping an idiot."
Sergeant Jonas grinned at him and said, "Gotcha! Let's go see what my patrolmen have found."
Back inside the house they found the two patrolmen making an arrest, a young girl sitting on the couch and crying and Tara standing there, her face streaked with tears and reddened from outrage.
She glared at her brother and cried, "You asshole! You ruined everything! Now mom and dad know and I'm grounded for life, thanks to you!"
Her brother sullenly glared at Roger and muttered, "Why'd you butt in?"
Roger laughed and said derisively, "I can't believe you would ask that! You pull an idiot stunt and get caught, and you're blaming me? If anything happens to Freya, I'm the one responsible and it's my ass in a sling.
"Did no thoughts like 'Gee...Maybe I shouldn't spike the punch so I can get laid' ever cross your mind? If you had any class at all, you wouldn't need to be trolling a bunch of middle school girls looking for pussy!"
The arrival of the girl's mother interrupted him.
She sat down next to her daughter, embraced her tearfully and asked quietly, "Did he have sex with you?"
The girl began crying again and hesitated to answer.
Her mother said firmly, "I'm not going to punish you if you tell me the truth, but if you lie to me. I will take you to the hospital for an examination and then, I will punish you severely for lying!"
Both girls were sobbing and sniffling now and in a small voice she said, "Yes, we had sex."
She looked at Tara's brother and cried, "I didn't want to, but you wouldn't stop! You said you just wanted to rub it between my legs a couple of minutes, that's all you wanted to do, you said. When you put it inside me I begged for you to stop, but you just kept pushing and pushing it even deeper inside me. You put your hand over my mouth and just kept pumping until I felt something warm go inside me...You... Fucked me!"
The girl's mother glared at him then she glanced at the officers and said, "I'm pressing charges! This girl is only thirteen and this...Man is much older. I want him arrested for statutory rape at least, if not child molestation!"
Sergeant Jonas nodded and said, "You heard her, place him under arrest!"
The brother cried out, "Wait a minute! You gotta be kidding, alright we had sex, but she wasn't a virgin, she didn't bleed or anything, I wasn't her first! She's a little slut if you ask me!"
He glared at the girl and cried, "You fuckin' little slut, lying whore, bitch! Arrest me? Fuck you!"
The girl burst anew into tears and the police officer nearest him barked, " That's enough! You're not helping your case here, sport."
Taking out his handcuffs, the officer cuffed him while reading him his Miranda rights before taking him outside to be placed in the squad car.
Moments later the squad cars drove off with the girl and her mother close behind, she was going to press charges after they got the girl's statement.
Roger stood alongside his van for a few moments after the police had left, the party that had seemed so promising as a social occasion for Freya had turned into a disaster and he had to be the bad guy who was forced to take charge.
Parties sure weren't like this when he was younger, or so he thought.
Driving home, Roger reflected on some of the parties he'd been invited to when he was Freya's age.
Mostly, they were well organized affairs with the host's parents in house, keeping an eye on things.
Then there was the one or two where there hadn't been any adults or the adults wanted to seem cool and things had gotten way out of hand.
Someone, usually a girl, would get very drunk and make a real ass of herself.
Roger came to the sad conlusion that things hadn't really changed so much over the years, there were just new faces in the crowd.
Behind him as he drove, he heard poor Freya getting very sick, her stomach finally rebelling against the alcohol laced beverage she had greedily consumed.
He glanced back to make sure she was lying on her side and not on her back as she puked quite vigorously, causing him to wonder at just how much punch the towering young giantess had swallowed before the alcohol kicked in.
He'd hose out the van in the morning when he could see where to aim the garden hose.
Pulling into the driveway Roger saw to his surprise, Warren Johnson and a worried looking Anita Larsen standing outside as if they had expected his arrival.
He parked the van at an angle where any liquids would run out onto the ground and shut off the engine.
Warren frowned and said quietly, "I hear you have a sick kid in there."
Roger replied grimly, "Yep, the ol' spiked punch trick. It hit her like a ton of bricks. I'll explain more once we get her inside..."
Warren pulled open the sliding door on the van and got a whiff of the smell, "Dang! I'd forgotten how badly that smells!"
He stepped back quickly as Roger hosed the worst of the vomit out of the van and down the driveway.
Warren commented drily, "You've done this before, I take it?"
Having rinsed out the van and dispersed the puke, Roger commented, "Yeah, a few times. Being an embassy guard wasn't always glamorous. Sometimes there was a mess to clean up after."
"Yeah, I can imagine." remarked Warren.
Anita peeked into the van and saw Freya's inebriated form stretched out on the floor, she looked an utter mess.
She murmured, "I've never seen Freya like this before, what happened to her?"
Roger said quietly, "The girl's older brother spiked the punch with about a half gallon of vodka, probably 100 proof, if Freya's condition is any indicator.
Anyway, Freya drank it up like it was, well, fruit punch, and it knocked her for a loop.
"The 'hostess' got panicky and called me in tears."
He sighed, "The cops got called, the older brother got arrested for statutory rape and I enlisted Rayshawn and one of his teammates to help me with Freya."
Roger glanced over at Warren and Anita and asked, "How did you two know to be here?"
Anita smiled and said,"A little wood wife told us you'd gone to get Freya in a big hurry and she thought something was up."
Roger smiled, Dena had come through once again.
With Warren's help, Roger got Freya out of the van and on her unsteady feet.
She leaned on him in her state of drunkeness and wobbled along unsteadily as Anita went ahead and got the doors for her.
Silky looked aghast at the sight of Freya so besotted and fretted about, heating a kettleful of water while looking for a remedy.
Roger grunted, "Silky, help me get her out of these filthy clothes and into a shower!"
With surprising strength, Silky helped her along with Roger while Anita dashed ahead of them and turned on the nearest shower.
A worried Sasha whined softly, wanting reassurance that Freya would be alright.
Warren stepped in and talked softly to Sasha letting her know that Freya would be alright after a night's sleep and some of Gudrun's marvelous teas.
Roger and Silky steered Freya's wobbling form down the hall and the two of them managed to get Freya into the first bathroom and peeled her filthy clothes off of her towering form.
Once she was down to her panties, Roger assisted her into the warm shower and let himself get soaking wet while the warm water ran over the two of them.
Freya threw up a couple of more times while she was in the shower and shivered uncontrollably while her body fought off the alcohol's effects.
Silky stood outside the shower with towels at the ready for when she was able to get out again.
Freya began sobbing and cried blearily, "Aam sorry, Ah didne pure techt tae gie sae blooter'd an' mak' a rockit ay meself in front ay me friends. Aam sorry, Aam sorry, Ah wullnae dae it agin!"
Roger held onto her and said softly, "It's okay, you're going to be just fine once you've slept this off...I'm not mad at you, I could never be mad at you for making an honest mistake."
Freya groaned and threw up once more, only this time it was just bile, her stomach was now empty and she was just heaving on an empty stomach.
She moaned and mumbled, "Ah loove ye Roger, yoo're aye thaur fur me."
Roger held her closely and whispered, "And I love you too...Now, let's get you to bed before anything else happens."
Freya nodded her agreement and he helped her out of the shower stall.
With Silky's help they toweled her off and had her sit on the toilet until she sobered up a little more.
Roger turned to Anita, "Bring some water for her to drink, lots of it in fact."
As Anita turned to leave, Silky followed behind her to check on the kettle, it had to be hot by now!
Moments later, Anita returned carrying two large glasses of water and handed one to Freya.
She looked at it blearily and muttered, "Water? Whit dae Ah need water fur?"
Roger said gently, "Because it will help with that headache you're going to have tomorrow morning...Now, drink up!"
As Freya began gulping down her first glass, Roger took the second glass from Anita and said, "You might want to bring some more."
Having finished her first glass, Roger handed her the second glass and gave the empty to Anita who then trotted off to refill it.
When Anita returned with more water, Silky was right behind her with a large mug of Gudrun's hangover tea.
Sweetened with honey to hide the taste, it had amazing therapeutic powers and was one of Gudrun's more popular herbal remedies.
Silky held onto the mug while Freya gulped down the second glass, then after a pause to belch rather loudly, she polished off the third glass of water.
Looking a lot better, Freya took the steaming mug from Silky, thanked her and began sipping at her mother's concoction.
At Roger's signal, Anita trotted off to fetch Freya some fresh underwear and a nightshirt.
In the meantime, Freya kept sipping at her mother's potion and felt somewhat better with each sip, a testimony to her mother's skill in blending medicinal teas and potions.
Seeing that Freya was sitting comfortably, Roger trotted off to his own room and peeled off his water soaked clothing from standing in the shower with Freya.
Changing into dry clothing, he returned to see Freya looking a lot less bleary eyed, though not necessarily sober.
At least she was not heaving out her guts as her body punished her for her stupidity.
She was also dressed in fresh panties and her long nightshirt.
Silky stood by ready to help as Roger got Freya to her feet and slipped her arm over his shoulders to stabilize herself.
Still far from sober, Freya weaved uncertainly as Roger guided her upstairs to her room and into her bed.
Once she was in her bed and lying comfortably, Roger smiled at her and said gently, "Don't feel too bad, you're far from the first girl to fall for the old spiked punch trick. Be thankful the worst of it was only your embarrassment. A few weeks from now, it'll be mostly forgotten as someone else will have screwed up royally and this will be ancient history."
As he turned to leave, he felt a gentle tug on his sleeve.
Looking down at Freya's upturned face, she murmured, "Sleep wi' me tonicht...Please?"
Roger smiled at his towering companion and he said to Silky, "Thank you for all your help tonight. I'll see you in the morning...Okay?"
Silky smiled slightly and as she turned to leave the room Roger said softly, "Could you get the lights please and close the door behind you?"
Silky nodded and as she left, her silk gloved hand reached out, flipped off the lights and pulled the door closed behind her slim form.
In the soft light coming in through the window, Roger stripped down to his underwear and slipped under the covers with Freya.
She snuggled him against her long slender form and quickly dropped off to sleep.
Roger lay beside his towering young companion and pondered the evening's events. It had started out as a promising evening for her, an invitation to a party and a chance to socialize with her school mates.
The young hostess had promised that everything would under control.
Clearly she had omitted the part about her parents being out that evening and she hadn't figured on her older brother spiking the punch like he did, then forcibly seducing an unwilling classmate of hers.
If Freya had not gotten so drunk and caused the girl to panic who knows what else could have happened?
Listening to her soft breathing, Roger slowly fell asleep in Freya's arms.