Paying
for the Vacation
Monday
26th August
Manchester
Beach, Manchester MA
It had been a great summer, Heather
loved that her employer Sandy Richmond’s family had owned this wonderful old house
in Manchester on what Bostonians called the North Shore for four generations.
It was her second summer bringing the children to what Sandy dismissed as “that
old barn on Masconomo St.”
For the children though, it was the
magic house, so unlike their home on Fifth Avenue in New York. Here they could
ride their bikes, go swimming at the beach, go sailing. Really it was an
absolutely wonderful place to retreat from Manhattan’s mid-summer heat waves.
Having her sister Joanne to help care
for George and Little Sandy had been wonderful. The kids adored Joanne, and Joanne
was perfect with them. They’d seen a lot of Carina and Abby as well. Carina had
taken advantage of her newly acquired driver’s license and driven over from her
mom’s summer place in Beverley most days.
Sandy, Abigail’s mother Diana, and
Carina’s mom Juliette had managed to get away from their work in the city quite
a bit, but still the vacation had been mainly for the young people.
Heather had spent an hour brushing
sand out of the second-hand Ford Expedition she bought from her wages. It had a
few miles on the clock, but on a Nanny’s salary it was all she could afford.
Still it was ideal for a summer vehicle, everybody could pile into it, all the
games and sports equipment, drying swimming costumes, etc.
Over her shoulder she could hear
Carina and Abby giving the skinny to Joanne on St Angela’s Academy their school
back in the city.
School re-started next week and Joanne
would be entering as a junior. Carina was going back for her senior year, and
Abigail was going to be a Soph. The next few days... The next few days would be a blur of getting
ready for school, new uniforms, supplies, new shoes, Sandy cringed at the
thought of the expense her boss was taking on putting her sister through a
private school. On her salary there was no way Heather could have met the
expense.
Oh and on top of the chaos of the next
few days, there was also a bit of business to be done up here on the North
Shore.
Heather turned and sat for a moment,
watching the girls as they chattered, and letting her mind go back two weeks...
Friday
16th August
The
Richmond Summer Home, Manchester, MA
“The bastard!!”
Heather looked at Sandy as she sat at
the table, looking at a gold embossed card in her hand.
“I swear, one of these days I’m going
to visit George and the conniving little bitch, and then...”
“What happened?”
Sandy threw the card across the table
to Heather, who picked it up and read the invitation.
Mister
and Mrs Anthony Gardiner invite Miss Alexandra Richmond to attend a gala gem
auction in aid of the New York Fire-fighters Benevolent Fund
RSVP
“Gardiner isn’t that Allison’s maiden
name?”
“Her parents,” Sandy said as she got
up and looked out of the window. “But
you can bet my last dollar George and Allison are behind this. It’s the day before the kids have to come
home as well.”
“Well – we could delay that a day if
you wanted to attend...”
“I don’t want to attend – I have
to.” Sandy crumpled the envelope the
invitation had come in and started to breath slowly. “The charity is one I am on the board of
directors on, so it’s not an option.”
“Gem auction – interesting.”
Sandy stood still for a moment, and
then looked at her nanny and lover. “Are
you thinking what I’m thinking?”
Heather nodded slowly. “I think I am – when are Diana and the others
getting here?”
“They’re coming for dinner tonight –
we can talk about it then.”
Friday
16th August
The
Richmond Summer Home, Manchester, MA 8.30 p.m.
“Interesting,” Juliette said as she
sat back and looked at Sandy. “What sort
of thing would you normally expect to see at these events.?"
“Usually a few invited…rich…guests,”
Sandy said as she sipped her coffee.
Heather and Joanne had gone to put the kids to bed, leaving the others,
the grown-ups as Diana always said, with Abigail and Carina to talk. “But they come loaded for bear – dressed up,
jewels hanging all over, all that sort of things. The Gardiners are new money as well – no
refinement or decorum.”
Diana snorted as she heard that. “It would be a pleasure to teach them some
manners,” she said as she glanced round the table, “a very great pleasure.”
“I have to admit, it is tempting,”
Juliette said as she looked around the table again. As Carina looked at her mother, she could see
the decision-making process at work – Juliette had her eyes closed, and was
thinking of initial options.
“I’m going to need maps,” she
eventually said, “and as much information as you can get me about the Gardiner
mansion Sandy. We’re also going to need
somewhere to act as a starting point – discrete, and out of the way.”
“Let us do a scout of the realtors,”
Abigail said, “see if there is an empty farm somewhere between here and Beverley.”
Juliette nodded, and then said, “We
have two weeks – not a lot of time, but enough.
It is fortunate we were fitted for new outfits last month – it will give
us a chance to try them out.”
“So when do we meet to consider?”
“It is Thursday today,” Juliette said
as she sat back, “When will your mother collect George and Sandy?”
“A week tomorrow,” Sandy said.
“All right – we meet at my place on
Friday night. And come prepared.”
Tuesday
20th August
11pm,
Salem
The Essex County Registry of Deeds
lies on the shoreline in Salem, at the end of Lynch Street. A low single
storey building in white, it doesn’t exactly add to the charm and grace of the
town, but as Heather drove up in the night to the building it was not so that
she and Joanne could look at the view.
“All right,” she said as she pulled a
pair of leather gloves on her hands, “We get in, we find the plans, we get
out. Simple and quick, agreed?”
“Agreed,” Joanne said as she stepped
out of the car, and zipped up her black leather jacket. Both women wear
wearing jeans as well as the jackets, Timberland boots and a woollen hat on
their heads. They made their way round the fence, and walked around the
building to the main door.
“What do you think?” Heather said as
Joanne looked at the doorway. Her answer came as she slipped a metal
blade between the doors, and slowly opened it in.
“They need to do more about security,”
she said as the two women pulled down the brims of their hats, covering their
heads and leaving only their eyes and mouths showing. They wore no
makeup, and had bulked their jumpers under their jackets to look more
masculine.
“Which office?”
“22A,” Joanne said as they made their
way down the corridor. The office was not difficult to find, as Heather
forced the door and they made their way in.
“Let’s see, let’s see,” Heather
whispered as she opened the filing cabinets, “G... G.... Grace...
Gordon... Ah here we are – Gardiner.”
She took out a file; the flashlight
balanced in her teeth, and laid it on a table, checking the contents while
Joanne kept watch at the door.
“Yeah, this is...” she glanced at
Joanne, who was motioning down with her hands, and killed the flashlight,
crouching behind the table as Joanne hid by the door.
“Who’s in here,” a male voice said as
the two women watched the door handle slowly turn, a light flashing on the
outside. As it opened inwards, Joanne slowly opened her jacket a little,
and brought out the nightstick she had in her inside pocket.
The uniformed guard looked as if he
was in his forties, and his best days were behind him – the paunch from too
many doughnuts over his trousers testifying to that. He shone the torch
straight ahead, and then stepped in, turning away from Joanne as he pointed the
torch to the far side of the building.
“I know there’s someone in here, come on AAARGHHHHH!”
The nightstick Joanne brought hard against the back of his knees made him drop
to the ground, the torch rattling as it fell as well. Joanne followed up
with a blow to his back, while Heather produced her own weapon and brought it
down on his stomach.
The guard crumpled into a ball,
rolling on the floor as the two women kicked him in the stomach and
sides. “Let’s go,” Heather said in a low voice as she grabbed the files,
and the two women ran out, leaving the guard groaning as he reached for his
radio...
The week passed in a blur of activity,
as further information was sought and plans laid. Sandy had taken the opportunity to reply
personally to the invitation, giving her a chance to check the route from
Manchester to the North Shore, but there was still the small problem that she
would not be able to drive them in and out.
Still, she was sure Diana could handle
that.
Diana had sort of become Joanne’s
godmother over the summer. Joanne had spent the odd day with Diana out in the
wilds during the summer. Diana was teaching her about weapons. With
tuition Joanne had become a good shot and she’d learned all about the
devastating impact of weapons like a sawn-off shotgun.
Accuracy was not a total requisite in
the close-up situations you found yourself in during robberies, but it was
Juliette’s opinion that if Joanne learned the discipline of target shooting it
might teach her some self-discipline.
It certainly had seemed to help. Day
by day Heather noticed as virtually all signs of her former life as Megan
vanished from her new sister. Joanne was far quieter, certainly better
mannered, and though still a bright girl, far less self-indulgent.
Her manner of dress had become more
restrained, she wore far less makeup on a normal day, and no longer did she
live for the thrill of tempting men sexually.
In so many ways, she was becoming the perfect young girl she needed to
be – in public at least.
She looked at her now as she strapped
the kids into her mother’s jeep, and waved them off. Sandy’s mother was thankful for the role
Heather played in the lives of her grandchildren, and had grown fond of Joanne. It was just as well she did not know the true
nature of their relationship, however – Irish Catholic tended not to be
accepting of such things.
“All gone,” Joanne said as she came
in. “Up for a swim before we have to go
to Juliette’s place?”
“Not just now” Heather said with a
smile. “The girls are staying here over
the weekend, so we can go on Sunday.”
Friday
23rdh August
Riverside
Road, Beverley – the Huntingwood residence.
The evening meal over, they all sat
round the big circular dining table. Juliette kept glancing down at the papers
in front of her, then closing her eyes, looking at her plans again, closing her
eyes.
Sandy whispered in Heather’s ear.
“It’s like watching a computer work.”
Suddenly, abruptly, Juliette
interrupted what she was doing. “I can’t possibly see a way we can do it
without all seven of us. Fifty or so guests, staff, security, we need every one
of us.” She stood up and shook herself to release the tension in her muscle.
“Oh and I heard that computer crack Sandy.”
Each woman laughed, a bit nervously
but at least it was a laugh at Juliette’s little joke.
“Is there no way you can wriggle out
of going lover?” Heather asked looking directly into Sandy’s face.
“No. That bitch Allison has designed
this to humiliate me. She knows that I’m on the board of the charity. No way I
can avoid going, and having to watch her playing lovey-dovey with George, and
gloating in my direction.”
“We need us all.” Juliette glanced
down again at her calculations.
“And it’s not likely a recruit is
going to fall into our hands again.” Diana looked at Joanne, “we are never
going to be that lucky again.”
“I hate that word.” Juliette said
slowly.
“Okay I’ll bite, what word?” asked
Carina, after each woman had sat bemused for a few seconds.
“Luck,” explained her mother. “It’s a
variable, it’s uncontrollable, and it’s too random.”
The room fell silent for a good
minute.
“Well is there any way at all that
Sandy can be both guest and gate crasher at this party?” Abby piped up.
“She’d have to be a quick change
artist. And I can testify she takes ages to undress and get dressed,” giggled
Heather.
“Oh?” the others asked collectively as
Sandy blushed to a charming shade.
“Concentrate ladies.” Juliette called
the meeting back to order.
“Hold on,” suddenly Sandy sat forward
at attention. “Maybe there is a way.”
“Lover?”
“You know that far to full gown I
bought in the spring.”
“Yes but what’s that got to do with
this?”
“It’s big enough for me to wear most
of my Pussycat outfit on underneath. It’ll be heavy as hell, but all I’ll need
do is slip on my jacket scarf, gloves and mask, and even I can do that quickly.
I’d just have to slip away somehow and find you, then dress on again as you
leave and I’m one of the poor robbed party-goers.”
Juliette closed her eyes in thought
again, and then they saw a smile spreading over her face. “Yes,” she said quietly, “with careful
preparation, that might work. In fact,
get the timing right, and you can slip out and let us in – having taken care of
the butler, of course.”
“No – he lets you in, but I provide
the back up.”
“I’ll decide what we do,” Juliette
said as she looked at Sandy, “but I take your point. Let’s consider this. The auction will start at nine, correct?”
“Canapés at eight, auction at nine.”
“Very well then – base of operations
for the rest of us?”
“There’s a vacant farmhouse two miles
from the mansion, here,” Abby said as she pointed on the map. “Should be easy enough to get access to. If the feds look there, it’s like any other
gang used the opportunity.”
“Good,” Juliette said, “Diana, you
need to scout routes to and fro.”
“Understood.”
Looking at the map, Juliette traced the
road leading to the mansion.
"The good news - only one way in
and out, so we can control our entrance and exit."
"It also means they don't take
security very seriously," Sandy said, "Her mom and dad think they are
untouchable, so apart from the gatehouse and
the CCTV, nothing."
"CCTV
I can deal with," Joanne said with a smile, "Show me where the
control room is and they will all be watching iCarly instead."
“Really?”
“Tech was one of Megan’s better
subjects,” Joanne said with a shy smile.
“Well, that will be your first
priority. We secure the entrance and
exit, gain access to the house, disable security by nine – and then rob the
fucking bitches. Our biggest problem
once we are inside is crowd control.” Juliette stated seriously.
“We’ve never tried to control this
many people before.” Diana added.
“How many guests are they expecting
again Sandy?” asked Juliette.
“About 50. Then there are staff and
security.” Sandy looked worried.
“We are going to need eyes in the back
of our heads to watch that many.” Diana sounded troubled.
“Remember though that we are only
after jewellery.” Juliette mused. “So assuming that half the guests are men…”
“We can get them planted face down on
the floor, and just have two guards watching them.” Diana looked brighter.
“Leaves five of us to rob the women.”
“We still have to get the men doing as
we want,” reminded Juliette. “Men in front of their wives get this unusual idea
of chivalry and turn brave.”
“Warning shots?” asked Abby.
“Kill someone?” Carina asked almost
hopefully.
“Sawn-offs fired over their heads can
be pretty intimidating.” Heather chimed in.
“No I think we are going to need more
firepower.” Juliette paused. “I know I said at the start we’d not use them, but
I think we need a couple of automatic weapons to do man control.”
“Spray a couple of bursts over their
heads, that will discourage most people darling,” Diana stated.
“But none of us have ever fired an
automatic weapon other than you Diana.” Sandy looked perplexed. “We decided at
the start they were too random to use on a job, not surgical enough. None of us
have practiced with one.”
“That’s not strictly true.” Diana
glanced at Joanne at the end of the table. “While I was out shooting with Jo I
took an Uzi along a couple of times. She’s felt the kick of shooting multiple
rounds.”
“Would you feel confident with her as
your guard partner Diana?” Juliette looked Diana straight in the face.
“Oui, of course I would…Yes” Diana
looked proudly down the table.
“Joanne?” asked Juliette. “Are you
okay with this?”
At the other side of the table Joanne
nodded.
“Okay we better see if The Fish can
supply us with a couple of ‘man control weapons’.” Juliette summed up. “Ladies, I need to work out a few trifling
details, but I think we can do this. Are
we in?”
She looked round the table, seeing
each of them nod in unison.
“Abigail, get the keys or get access
to that farmhouse tomorrow, and secure it.
Joanne, keep training with Diana until using these weapons is second
nature to you. Heather, see if you and
Carina can find out who is catering the event and how many staff they are
sending.”
“What about us?”
“I need to make a call and place a
personal – Tommy is going to hate us even more now.”
Wednesday
28th August
Fosters
Pond, a farmhouse at the end of Pomeroy Road, near North Reading
“Well, as you can see Miss Olsen, the
farmhouse is quiet, and should be perfect for your needs.”
The young male realtor was smiling as
she watched Delores Olsen walk round the empty building. She wore a tight white jumper that
accentuated her chest and figure, black trousers and knee length black leather
boots, the three-inch heels clicking on the flagstones. A grey tweed jacket completed her ensemble.
He noted she was wearing black leather gloves; it struck him she hadn’t taken
them off once. Frankly he found her gloves to be very sexy.
“Yes indeed,” she said as she turned
and looked at him through her dark glasses, “I think my mother...”
“Your mother?”
“Forgive me – my mother would be very
happy with my choice of home. She has
long felt I needed somewhere I could both work and relax.”
Miss Olsen had collected him from the
office in town, and driven him out to the farmhouse. She had called earlier in the week, and
impressed him then, but now she seemed genuinely pleased with the location and
the house.
“Has there been much interest in the
property,” she said as she looked out of the window, over the lake.
“Not really – it is a little too
isolated for most people, but it does seem to have taken your fancy.”
She turned and smiled at him, her red
lips parting slightly as she did so. “Oh
yes, this could be my crib very easily.”
“I’m sorry, did you just say...”
Miss Olsen smiled and laughed. “Forgive me, my maid seems to be addicted to
MTV. Well, I wish to rent the property,
with immediate effect.”
“Immediate...”
“Is that a problem?”
“No, no – just let me go and get the
paperwork, and I need three months in advance.”
“Will cash do – I wish to move in
today, and soak up the atmosphere.”
“Offffff Of course,” the young man
said, leaving her alone as he returned to the car. Delores turned and smiled out of the window,
one thing on her mind.
He was a really stupid bastard.
The drive back to the house off Riverview Road was a pleasant one, as Delores pulled in outside the Huntingdown house and stepped out. Walking to the door, as soon as she entered she was greeted with “Well?”
“Here,” Abigail said as she tossed the
keys over to her mother, “Guaranteed privacy.”
“Any problems?”
“Not a one, at least that’s one advantage I’ve got from my life, at least I can already drive a car, under age or not.” She caught her mother’s worried glance. “And no I didn’t get pulled over for speeding. I didn’t need show my fake driving licence.”
“Good,” she said quietly, “Now you can go and remove that makeup.”
“Mother – why won’t you let me wear make up to school or anywhere? It’s bad enough being so thin, but...”
“Abigail,” Diana said as she stared at her daughter, “I forbid it for the very purpose that you have to be comfortable as you are. If you are, then your power over everyone only increases when you make yourself look different with makeup.”
“But MOM – I don’t get the boys, I stick out like a sore thumb...I’m the butt of half the schools jokes” Abby paused. “That realtor today I noticed kept dropping behind me and I swear he was admiring the view. And I even attracted a wolf whistle…ME…The Stick…I got wolf whistled!”
“And your point is darling?”
“I get dressed up guys notice me.”
“And do you want to be noticed?”
“YES!”…Abigail looked to the heavens. “You don’t know what it’s like. I am a big, tall, clumsy, social ZERO!”
“Of course you aren’t, you are my daughter, and you are Carina’s best friend…”
“But I never get invited out anywhere!”
“Nonsense, you are always going for coffee with Carina and her friends.”
“Exactly! Carina invites me, no one else does…I’m the tag along, no one really wants me there, I’m tolerated…No more.”
"I'm sure you exaggerate darling."
“Do you know no man, no boy has ever looked at me and seen something desirable?”
“Precisely,” Diana said with a smile. “So that, when you meet the right man, he loves you for who you are, not for how you look. I know it is hard, but trust me – mother knows best. Now go and change – Heather and the girls are coming to take you to the beach.”
4pm, Masconomo Street
“We have a
buyer for the bling?” asked Sandy.
“Yeah a guy
in India I once met.” Juliette giggled inwardly. “Met him on a photo shoot in
Delhi years ago, he intrigued me…he thought he was a ladies man…sigh…he got
nowhere with me, but another girl on the shoot fell for him, he got her to
smuggle some uncut diamonds into the States. Stupid bitch was in love, customs
caught her and she refused to give him up to the feds. She ended up doing 10
years.”
“Poor girl”
“But I kept
him filed in my memory banks.”
“That
computer inside your head?” Sandy teased.
“Really!
That joke is getting old.”
“Yep but
it’s still funny.”
“Anyway.”
Juliette threw Sandy a contemptuous glance, “when we got the idea for a gem
heist I contacted him anonymously.”
“And?”
“Even in
India he’s heard of the Pussycats.”
“Ah the
price of fame…”
“And,”
Juliette interrupted he has a man at the Indian Consulate in New York. “They’ll
give us 50 cents on the dollar, he gets the stuff out via the diplomatic
pouch.”
“And we get
paid how?”
“A cash
exchange three days after the heist. Deserted office down town.”
“Can we
trust them?”
“No, but I
think our reputation will ensure we don’t get cheated.”
“Okay then,”
Sandy glanced at her watch. “Got time for coffee?”
“I think
so,” Juliette glanced at the clock. “Not instant though I hope?”
5 pm, Manchester Beach.
Heather and
the girls pulled off their swimming caps and shook their hair out. One last
swim before heading for home had not been quite as much fun as they’d hoped.
The Atlantic Ocean was beginning to turn decidedly cool. Fall was definitely on
the way.
Abby cast her
eyes round with a touch of jealousy. “It’s not fair she moaned, all summer and
still nothing much to fill my bikini top with.”
Carina shook
herself deliberately to display her fully rounded titties.
“Bitch,”
Abby spat out.
Heather and Joanne
started to split their sides with laughter.
“It’s
alright for you two as well,” Amy half wailed, “I bet no one ever called you
‘The Stick’.”
“Poor Abs,” Joanne
managed to blurt out between giggles. “Maybe you need wear ‘The Thing’ all the
time?”
Abigail sunk
to the sand and contemplated her bust line. “You know Mother Nature is so
unfair.”
“I know,”
Carina sat down and hugged her best friend.
“You know
you can always buy yourself a boob job Abs,” Joanne sat down on Abby’s other
side and hugged her as well.
“With what,”
Abby looked up. “Oh no Jo,” she whispered, “you know none of us can touch our
‘trust funds’.”
“Group hug,” Heather yelled and all the girls kneeled on the sand and hugged. When all four heads were close, she hissed in a whisper, “Joanne you know better…money is one subject we NEVER talk about!"
“Sorry,” Joanne said nervously, “I just...”
“It’s all right – just watch what you’re doing,” Heather said as they stood up and grabbed a towel each. “We’d better head back – the new outfits should have arrived by now, and your mother Carina will be talking business.”
Suddenly the sound of Ozzy Osbourne screaming his lungs out broke the moment.
“Whoops my phone,” Carina dived for her beach bag. “Hello,” she said as she flipped the device open.
“Black Sabbath as a ring tone?” Heather asked out loud, and then shrugged her shoulders. “Seems logical I suppose.”
Carina stuck her tongue out at the nanny as she answered the call, murmuring “Yes” or “maybe”, or “I’ll have to ask my Mom,” to whoever was on the other end.
“Carina, we need go,” Heather tapped her watch to remind the younger girl they had an appointment.
“Okay gotta go.” Carina hurriedly finished her call. “Invite to Andrea van Ollen’s Sweet Sixteen in the clubhouse at Tuxedo next month.”
Abby reached into her bag and got her own device out. She flipped a few buttons as they strode up the beach towards Heather’s car. “Nope no invite for me.”
Carina suddenly looked embarrassed. “I could ask?”
“No it’s damn obvious she doesn’t want a ‘Stick’ there.” Abigail huffed and sulked as she threw her backpack onto the back seat,
Thursday
29th August, Newbery Turnpike, near Manchester
Tommy the Fish was not a happy man.
He’d had to drive all this distance, crossing three state lines. “Who knew what
the cops might pull you over for on the highway?” he thought to himself as he
stopped at the side of the road, checked his map and then turned round. He saw the dirt track on the second attempt,
and turned in.
If it was for anyone else he’d have
turned them down flat, but these customers you didn’t turn down, well you
didn’t turn them down and live very long.
He pitied the poor bastards they were going to rob shortly. Another cold
shiver possessed the Fish, in many ways he hated hearing from these broads,
yeah they paid top dollar, but he always knew within a few days he’d reading
about some huge robbery with a big body count.
The warehouse was right where he was
told it would be, and as he drove in he saw the gates shutting behind him. The Fish shook his head, “just remember its
only business,” he told himself. “No matter to you what those psycho bitches do
with the guns once they’ve bought them.”
Stopping the van, he got out and
stood, rubbing his little finger as he did so.
“Good afternoon, Tommy.”
There they were, standing behind him
as he wheeled round. Anyone else dressed
the way they were, and he would have let out a low whistle, but not these
two. Their fitted jackets and skirts
hugged their bodies, the bright red visible even in the gloom of the building,
while the high heels of their red shoes clicked on the concrete. As always, they wore scarves around their
neck – the one who had spoken sporting a red and gold pattern under her jacket,
the other showing bright yellow around her neck.
And then there were the brooches – the
ones shaped like cats.
“I’m here,” he said as he looked at
them, “As you asked. Wasn’t easy to get
what you wanted, but you won’t be disappointed.”
“No, I know we won’t be,” Miss Panther
said in her smooth tongue. “I wanted to
thank you for your supplies earlier this year – they proved to be most useful.”
“Yeah well – I read about it in the
papers. The wife and maid?”
“They proved – uncooperative,” the
other woman said as she walked round Tommy, her eyes staring at him through the
nylon stocking that covered her head. “Would
you have us stand for insubordination?”
“No, of course not ladies,” Tommy said
as he looked down, “but that poor bitch
at the bank itself...”
“Should not have tried to run.”
“And be honest with me lady. Didya
have to kill the kid as well?”
“That a question you really want an
answer to Tommy?”
“Not really but some friends of mine
were made VERY unhappy by what you did. The cops and the feds had a full-court
press on for weeks. Let me tell ya, it was not good for business, even the big
boys felt the heat.”
“Well I’d give them my apologies
personally Tommy,” Miss Panther almost purred, her voice so slow and smooth.
“But I’m not sure your friends knowing who we are would be particularly good
for OUR business.”
“Yeah – yeah I get that,” Tommy said
as he looked at her. “The door’s
unlocked – no tricks.”
“Is something else bothering you,
Tommy? You seem nervous.”
“That’s a nudder reason I aint too
happy lady - this aint really my territory. Those Boston Micks can get a bit
crazy if a New Yorker comes into town to take business out from under their
noses.”
“Well I don’t know any of these Boston
Micks as you call them Tommy, and really up here on the North Shore isn’t
Boston at all.”
“Yeah,” the Fish shuffled his feet.
“You try telling them that.”
Miss Panther laughed a silky laugh.
“You know worrying like that you are going to die from an ulcer long before you
get whacked Tommy.”
“I should live so long – but I did not
want to show you disrespect, and I apologise for my outburst.” He said this because of the glint of steel he
had caught in Miss Panther’s eye, and he knew he was close to the line.
“Apologies accepted,” she purred as
her partner looked in the bags. “Is
everything to your satisfaction in the special order?”
The other woman looked at Tommy, and
smiled. “Exactly as you stipulated, Miss
Panther.” She lifted the bags out from
the van, and carried them to a waiting car, returning with a small canvas bag.
“You will find additional compensation
for your time, Tommy – thank you.”
Taking the bag, Tommy hurried to the
van, driving off as fast as he could.
“Nice guy,” Diana said as she watched
him live, “really talkative.”
“Well, he’s right in one respect,”
Juliette said as she removed her mask, “we are in foreign territory. Let’s head to the rendezvous – Abby confirmed
it was secure.”
Friday
30th August
10
am, the base
The seven women sat round the table,
the panoramic view over the lake behind them as Juliette stood at the head.
“Now remember gloves on at all times
in this place. We leave no prints?” Juliette scanned heads. “If the feds find
this place there’s no latent prints…Right?”
“Yep!”
Carina waved her gloved hands in her mother’s direction.
“Right,” she said as she put her mug
down, “Let’s go over this again…Sandy?”
“I go home once we’re done here, with
Heather, change, and head to the party to arrive for 8 pm.”
“Heather?”
“I drop Sandy off, then come back here
and change with you all.”
“Good – we move out at 8 pm, and go to
the gatehouse, timing our arrival for 8.45.”
Juliette traced the route on the map, through the tree-lined roads and
towards the promontory that the house stood on just south of Manchester. “At the gate house?”
“I get out,” Carina said, “with Abby
and we secure the guard, make sure he cannot raise the alarm in any way.” A smile crossed her face as she said that.
“Good, we then drive up to the main
house.” Juliette traced on the large-scale
map to the road that ran in front. “We
arrive at 8.55…Sandy?”
“I’ve made my excuses by this point,
as everyone gathers in the ball room.”
She moved a floor plan of the Gardiner mansion over and pointed to the
hallway. “Security is based in this room
here. Normally, one security guard and
the gatehouse is unmanned, but the other way round tonight.”
“So we ring the doorbell, the butler
answers...”
“And I down him,” Abby said as she
sipped her coke, “while Joanne heads for the security room to disable the
alarms. Sandy, you’ll be waiting inside,
and Joanne will hand you the rest of your outfit…Catering?”
“Staff will be going to and from the
kitchen by a connecting door,” Carina said quietly, “so Abby and I will head
for the kitchen, and herd them into the ball room, while the rest of you line
up at the entrance for 9.10.”
“Then we move in – you two with the
staff from the kitchen, us five from the main entrance. We work quickly; we work cleanly – separate
the men from the women, and leave Diana and Joanne to deal with them. Heather, Sandy, Abby, you rob the women – I
want everything off them. Carina and I
will deal with the gems.”
The women nodded as Juliette said, “I
want to spend no more than thirty minutes there, and then we move out. Heather, you will leave a few moments
earlier, with Sandy, and then drag her back in.
Say you found her hiding.”
Sandy and Heather nodded, as Juliette
looked at the others. “Transport?”
“Got a nice Dodge Caravan in the back
– clean and plates changed.”
“Excellent,” Juliette said as she
looked out of the window. “Now all we
need is...” Her brow furrowed as she
looked at the sky. “Does anyone know the
forecast for today?”
“No,” Heather said, “but there is a
television room on the second floor.
Why?”
“There’s a storm coming – everyone
wait while I check it out.”
The others watched as Juliette left
the room, Carina kicking her legs out in frustration.
Turning on the television, Juliette
moved through the channels until she heard “and here’s Harvey with the weather
for tonight. Looks like a bad one,
Harv.”
She listened intently as Harvey
Leonard on WCVB explained to viewers the likely track of the incoming storm.
Juliette’s brow furrowed, the weather was one variable she couldn’t control,
and the prospect of power outages and falling trees introduced an element of
risk she hadn’t calculated.
It wasn’t as like she could ring up
and ask them to postpone the affair because of the storm. The party was going
ahead tonight. This was their only window of opportunity.
For a few moments she packed up and
down doing calculations in her head. Everything was set, the buyers from India
were expecting a shipment of bling delivered in New York tomorrow. They’d not
be happy if she let them down.
The girls were ready and primed; she
knew that a summer without action was beginning to wear on their psyches. It
wasn’t like she’d discovered Carina torturing the neighbors cat, but she was
seeing little subtle signs suggesting her daughter needed to release the beast
within again.
“Okay we go,” she spoke to herself.
“It’s a go,” she yelled downstairs, ”we
just need watch out for a few unpredictable things, weather guy says the storm
will cause some damage, so just stay alert.”
“Then we’re out of here,” Sandy called
up. “Good luck, and I will see you all
later.”
6.30
pm, Masconomo Street
“GODAMMIT!!! I am going to bake in
this! I swear to God, this might be the
night...”
Heather stood in the doorway to see
Sandy standing in the room, looking at herself in the mirror. Her body was encased in a tight red dress,
with short cap sleeves and a square collar that hugged her like a second
skin. She turned round, looking at
herself, and motioned as if she was shooting a gun as she whispered, “Die, you
husband stealing hellbitch...”
“Sandy?”
“What, can’t a girl dream?” Sandy looked at her, with pure venom in her
eyes.
“For fucks sake restrain yourself lover,”
Heather pleaded with Sandy. “This is not the opportunity to settle scores with
George and Allison.”
“What are you going on about darling?”
“I’ve heard you in your sleep
talking.”
“What?”
“You’ve been dreaming dreams for days
where you are blowing them both away.” Heather paused, “it’s not worth it. If
they die tonight you suddenly become related to a Pussycat killing. We agreed.
No one gets whacked who can possibly create a lead for the feds towards us.”
Heather put her arms round her
girlfriend. “Darling I know they hurt you, badly, but this is about more than
just you and them.”
“Lover,” Sandy said as she sat down, “did
I ever tell you I had a miscarriage?”
“Oh my Goddess…No you never did…When?”
“A year before we met.” Sandy looked
up into her girlfriends’ eyes
“Before your divorce?”
“Yes.”
“Oh darling I’m just so sorry.”
“I thought we were the perfect couple.
Wife, husband, two kids, another on the way.”
“And then you found out about
Allison?”
“Yes then I found out he’d been seeing
her behind my back for nearly two years.” Sandy sobbed. “Two fucking years,
when he’d been laying in my bed telling me how much he loved me. Two fucking
years, when the banking crisis was causing him to work such huge long days. Two
fucking years while that bitch worked her charms on him at the fucking bank.”
She started crying.
“Assistant International clients
manager. That was her damn title. Fucking cheap whore was more like it.”
“How did you find out about her?”
Heather asked quietly and gently.
“How does the wife always find out?
One of my so called friends blurted it out.” Sandy suddenly giggled. “You might
remember her she was the bitch I told everyone insulted me.”
“Oh Goddess…Our first job…you were
getting revenge?”
“Yes,” a very self-satisfied smirk
came over Sandy’s face. “That bitch learned her lesson about getting on my bad
side the hard way.”
Heather winced as she recollected the
woman’s death which suddenly now made sense.
“But the miscarriage?”
“Two days after she told me.” Sandy’s
voice was suddenly blank and emotionless. “I started bleeding as I was showing
a customer some sketches. When she left I ran to the bathroom. I was in such
pain."
“And?”
“I called 911 and the paramedics took
35 minutes to get through the traffic. It was the day of the big demonstration
on the streets.”
Heather cuddled her lover close.
“Anyway by the time they got me to the
hospital it was too late. I lost the babies.”
“Babies?”
“Yes they were twins, two little girls
who lost their chance of life because my husband couldn’t keep his pants zipped
up, and some stupid bitch couldn’t keep her fucking mouth shut.”
“Oh Artemis Goddess of Lesbos!”
Heather exclaimed her ultimate shout of anger and surprise. “No wonder you were
in such a state when you hired me.”
“That was my first bit of luck in a
long while.” Alexandra kissed her lovers lips. “At my darkest moment the
goddess brought me the gift of you.”
“But you never let on…Why wait till
now to tell me?”
“Because I want you to know why I
might do something stupid like you implied.”
"Killing George and Allison.”
“Yes.”
“Darling there is a rage inside me.
I’ll never be able to not think of losing the babies.”
Heather gently kissed her.
“Just be good. Be my lover. Be my
friend. Stop me blowing all we have together. Just keep me out of
trouble…Promise?”
“I promise”
“Promise it on the blood of those
girls and The Goddess.”
“I swear it so.” Heather paused.
“Thank you Sandy.” She nuzzled her lover.
“For what?”
“For telling me this…I’ll protect you
from being stupid.”
“Kiss”
“I love you so much Alexandra
Richmond.”
"I love you Heather Smith."
They kissed each other tenderly before
Heather stood up. “Now, I will have your
scarf, jacket and mask when we arrive.
What about gloves?”
“I’ll have them on,” Sandy said as she
showed Heather the short red leather gloves, and the red opera gloves she would
be wearing on top of them. She then
looked at the red ball gown, with the square collar and the skirt that flowed
down to the floor.
“Remind me not to let anyone see my
shoes,” she said as she sat down and strapped on the three-inch stiletto red
pumps. “I’ll lose them in the struggle
when you find me.”
Heather nodded as she watched her
lover dress, and the wind started to blow up outside...
7.30
pm, the base.
“Are we all ready?”
Juliette looked at the five women
standing in front of her, each one wearing the same red dress as Sandy, red
killer heels and stockings. As always,
each of them had added a scarf this time with a shade of red on each one even
if they were tied in different ways. The
younger girls had gone for the scarf tied at the side, while Heather and Diana
had theirs tied as cravats. Juliette had
hers folded and loosely knotted in front.
They all had their black wigs on, and their red leather gloves, as well
as their signature jewellery.
“Glasses on ladies,” Juliette said as
she opened the door, “Let’s go to work.”
The
Gardiner Mansion, South Manchester, 8,15 pm.
“Sandy, darling, how lovely to see
you!”
Sandy smiled her sweetest smile and
kissed Allison on both cheeks as she held her shoulders. “It’s my pleasure to be here,” she said as
she kissed George as well, “even with the storm approaching. You both look well.”
Allison was wearing a gold silk gown,
held up by thin straps as the front fell in soft waves over her chest, and a
pair of gold-strapped sandals. George
and his father in law were in tuxedos and bow ties, the silk cummerbunds around
their waists, while Allison’s mother was wearing a grey silk dress and matching
jacket. Both the Gardiner women were
dripping with gold and jewellery – a fact that had not escaped Sandy, who was
wearing a pair of diamond rings and a pearl necklace.
“Come and join the others,” Mrs
Gardiner said as she took Sandy’s arm and led her to the ballroom, “I think we
are going to have a very successful night.”
“It’s going to get worse,” the guard
said to himself as he looked out over the shoreline, the waves crashing onto
the sand. “I wish I was inside right
now.”
He glanced at his watch – 8.45. “At least nobody else is...” he said to
himself as a set of headlights appeared on the road.
The
security guard saw the headlights approaching the gatehouse. "Late
comers - never fails," he said as he walked out and waved the car down.
"May I see your invitation please,"
he said as the driver window went down, only to be confronted by a dark haired
woman, wearing an expensive jacket with a scarf round her neck, and a sawn off
shotgun in her hand pointing at his face.
"Here's my invitation, fuckwad," Miss Puma said as Miss Tigress got
out of the car, and pulled his arms behind his back, "Now, be a good
little asshole and get on your knees."
“OH shit,” the guard said as Miss Lynx
got out from the other side of the car, and said, “She said to get on your
knees, bastard. Unless you want to die
right now.”
She smiled as he slowly sank to his
knees, not resisting as Miss Tigress pulled his used a plastic zip tie to
secure his hands behind his back.
“Better,” Miss Lynx said as she opened her jacket, took a strip of
plaster off the inside, and put it over his mouth.
The guard was unable to say anything
as Miss Tigress drew a pistol from her jacket, put it against his forehead and
fired a shot straight into his brain.
The two women then dragged him into the gatehouse and left him there,
opening the gates before they got back into the car and drove up to the house.
The doorbell ringing made the butler
look round. “They must be late,” he said
as he looked at the waiters and waitresses moving to and fro. “Keep up the good work.”
He made his way slowly to the door,
and opened it, saying, “Welcome to...”
“Shut it, asshole,” Miss Panther said
as she pushed her way in, the nylon stocking over her head and tucked into the
scarf around her neck. His eyes widened
as he saw five more women walk in, before the barrel of a sawn-off shotgun came
down over his head, knocking him unconscious.
“Move it!” she shouted as Miss Leopard
and Miss Cheetah dragged him into a side room.
Miss Bobcat made her way to the next-door, opening it and letting
herself in.
“Right on time,” Sandy said as she
removed her opera gloves, “Give me a hand.”
Miss Bobcat helped her to slip her outer dress off, before handing her a
bag and turning her attention to the security cameras.
“Everyone else in there?”
“Yup,” Sandy said as she slipped her
jacket on, and tied the yellow and red scarf around her neck, and then slipped
the stocking over her black wig and head, “ripe for the picking.” She looked at the screens, showing Looney
Tunes, and said “Good work – let’s go.”
The two women walked out, Miss Leopard
throwing the semi-automatic at Miss Bobcat before Miss Lynx and Miss Cheetah
made their way to the kitchen.
“On three,”
Miss Panther said quietly as she struggled to contain her excitement. “One... Two... Three.” She pushed the doors open as the gang walked
in.
The sound of the Uzi firing in the air
caught everyone's attention, as the guests saw the line of five well dressed
women, carrying guns and wearing stocking
masks, at the main entrance.
"Good evening," one of the women said, "I am Miss Panther, and
we are The Pussycat Gang!”
There was an audible gasp from the
guests.
“As
is obvious this is a fuckin’ robbery! So let’s keep this nice and simple.
Rich bitch cocksuckers on the left, motherfucking sons of bitches on the right,
and if you can’t decide, well we can make the choice for you.”
There
was a sudden thunderclap masking the sound as Miss Cheetah discharged her
shotgun into the ceiling of the ballroom. "You heard the lady, you fuckin’
bastards - MOVE!"
“What do you mean...”
The spray of automatic gunfire from
Miss Leopard silenced the room. “You
were told what to do, you dumb fuckwads,” she called out, “Move your sorry
asses or we kill you all right here and now.”
Mister and Mrs Gardiner stood on a dais
at the far end of the room, unable to stop the gang as they separated the men
from the women. At the same time, a shot
came from the kitchen, before the staff were herded in by Miss Lynx and Miss
Tigress, and made to split up as the guests were.
“Right then,” Miss Leopard said as she
walked down the ballroom. “I want the
shitstirring cowards on my right,” she said as she looked at the men, “on the fucking
floor, hands behind their heads, and kissing the wood. NOW, YOU FUCKING BASTARDS!”
“You heard the lady, dahlings,” Miss
Bobcat said in her rich Louisiana voice as the men dropped to the floor and lay
prostrate, “be good little cocks and do as you are told.”
As she walked down the line, one man
refused to get down – one of the waiters, who stared at her as she walked in
front of him.
“Something I can do for you, sugah,”
she said as she stroked his cheek.
“I’m not afraid of you.”
“You should be,” she said sweetly,
before bringing her knee into his groin, the shock and pain making him fall
over on his back.
“In case any other of you fine
gentlemen are getting any ideas about being all macho and brave, just think of
this poor boy,” she said as she put her foot between his legs, and drove the
heel of her shoe down into his groin, making him scream in pain as the others
watched.
“Anyone else feeling brave,” Miss
Leopard laughed, as she looked at the men cowering.
“You fine ladies,” Miss Panther said
as she turned to the women, “will kindly hand over all your jewellery to Miss
Puma, Miss Cheetah and Miss Tigress here…I am sure you will all be willing to
give generously.”
“Yeah just think that you are making
those donations to charity you were here for. Only difference is the charity
has changed, you’re contributing to the Pussycats retirement fund instead.”
Miss Cheetah spat out the words gleefully
“All right,” Miss Tigress said as she
pumped her shotgun and pointed it at the first woman. “You Cocksucker Number
One – strip it off, put it in the bag, and then kneel with your hands behind
your head.”
Miss Tigress stood shifting her weight
from foot to foot as the woman removed her jewellery slowly. “Earrings too
bitch.” For a second she waited, then she prodded her with the gun, quickly the
diamond earrings finally entered the bag.
“Just do as you are told, you don’t
get hurt dahlins.” Miss Bobcat called out after a brief burst of fire from her
Uzi over the prostrate men. “Just do as you are ordered!”
“Next,” Miss Tigress demanded from the
woman in the green satin gown, who just looked stunned and bemused, “Your
fuckin jewellery Bitch…and now!” Miss Tigress was getting antsy. This was
taking too long…”Strip all your fuckin’ bling off bitch!” Still the woman stood there seemingly
immobilised. “Fuck this!” Miss Tigress put the shotgun to the woman’s head and
pulled the trigger.
For a moment there was stunned silence
till a clap of thunder broke the moment.
“And the rest of you will get the same
if you don’t co-operate and do as you’re fuckin’ told,” Miss Cheetah screamed
at the assembled women. “Your fuckin’ jewels just take them off and drop ‘em in
our bags.” Miss Cheetah watched as the tall young Miss Tigress stripped the
dead body.
“Now you…Cocksucker Number Three…HAND
IT OVER.” Miss Tigress said with definite menace to the woman in the ice blue
short gown.
“See we are serious when we say we
will kill you.” Miss Panther had to scream to be heard above the thunder.
“Don’t do as we fuckin’ say you’ll end up just as dead.”
“Get that you fuckin’ bastards…don’t
piss us off!” Miss Bobcat punctuated her comments with a quick spray of
automatic gunfire.
“Now for you,” Miss Panther said as
she and Miss Lynx made their way to the Gardiners, “I want all those fine gems
in this black bag, within five minutes.”
“No.”
“I beg your pardon, pissant,” Miss
Lynx said as she pointed the shotgun at the couple, “What did you just say?”
“I said no,” Mister Gardiner
said. “The gems are in this safe, and I
will not open it. The money is for
charity....”
“Do you want to reconsider that
statement?” Miss Panther asked in a slightly amused tone.
From behind Miss Panther she heard. “NO!
I will not give you these jewels.”
“I am getting a little fucking tired
of hearing that god-awful word,” Miss Panther shouted out testily as she turned
her head to see Miss Puma staring at Allison.
“I said hand over the fucking stuff,”
Miss Puma screamed at Allison. “Put your jewellery in the bag, or you will
regret it.”
“I will not be spoken to in that
manner,” Allison said as George looked up, “no matter how good you look, you
have no right to steal my things and to threaten me.”
“Allison, darling,” her mother said as
she tried to step forward, only for Miss Lynx to stop her, her arm holding her
as the shotgun was pressed against her cheek.
“I see,” Miss Puma, said as she smiled
under the nylon, and looked at Allison.
“Open that pretty little mouth of yours.” When she refused, Miss Puma grabbed her hair
and yanked hard, making her scream in pain, then in muffled fright as she
placed the barrel of the sawn-off shotgun in her mouth.
“Go on,” Miss Puma said quietly as she
drew back the hammer of the gun, “Say no again – please.”
“NO!”
Miss Cheetah stepped in front of Miss
Puma and took hold of her arm. “The
bitch isn’t worth it,” she said as she saw a damp patch growing on the front of
Allison’s dress, “leave her.”
“But...”
“Leave her,” Miss Cheetah said again,
slowly, deliberately as she looked at Miss Puma.
“It’s your lucky night, cocksucker,”
Miss Puma said as she removed the gun – and then hit Allison in the stomach
with the barrel, making her fall to the floor as Miss Tigress pulled the
jewellery from her body.
“Oh my God you fucking bitches…She’s
pregnant!” George screamed out.
“Anyone else want to argue,” Miss
Panther said, smiling as she saw the other women hurriedly pull their jewels off.
“The safe, Mister Gardiner – open it.”
“I said no.”
“I don’t have the fucking time for this…Miss
Lynx.”
“With pleasure,” Miss Lynx said as she
moved the barrel of her gun down Mrs Gardiner, and then under her evening gown,
lifting the hem slowly, sensually, until the woman grabbed it and held it round
her waist
“That’s good darling,” Miss Lynx
murmured seemingly in a trance of her own as she pushed the twin openings
against the older woman’s crotch. “Open
the safe, you fuckin’ old bastard,” she said as she looked at Mister Gardiner,
“or your wife gets a major and painful operation.”
The man stood there, an air of brave
defiance in the set of his shoulders.
“Pull your panties down bitch…NOW!”
Miss Lynx demanded, withdrawing her gun, but pointing it at the woman’s head.
“In fact you might as well take everything off…STRIP BITCH! Let everyone see
what you husband and all the men I hear you entertain get to see regularly.”
Gardiner watched in horror as his wife
quickly removed all her clothes.
“Not fuckin’ bad.” Miss Lynx ran her
shotgun barrel over the woman’s body, pushing the end of her gun into the older
woman’s still impressive cleavage. “Bang!” Miss Lynx shouted.
The husband shook and sobbed as Miss
Lynx, laughed out loud. “Now,” she warned him as she returned the mouth of her
weapon to the woman’s crotch. “Open the fuckin’ safe or I really do blow her
cunt wide open.”
“No....” The older man turned white,
and then opened the safe, loading the precious gems as quickly as he could into
the black leather bag Miss Panther was holding.
“Thank you Mr Gardiner, very wise,
very sensible…Miss Lynx NO!” she used an abrupt tone that broke the younger
woman’s trance as she continued to rub the end of her shotgun up against the
older woman.
Outside there was the sound of thunder
and lightning – inside a shocked silence as the last of the female guests
dropped to her knees.
“Right – Miss Puma, Miss Cheetah, make
sure nobody is going to try and block our exit.”
The two women nodded and headed out of
the door, their bottoms wriggling as the men cast furtive glances at each of
them.
“Now we’re going to leave here, nice
and quietly,” Miss Panther said as she and Miss Lynx left the stage, and walked
towards the door, “and none of you are going to stop is, or you die – capiche,
motherfuckers?"
“Hey – look what I found? A fucking bitch that tried to hide from our
tender touch.”
Miss Panther looked round as Miss
Cheetah pushed Sandy back into the room, her wrists secured behind her back
with ropes and her jewellery missing.
“She was trying to text – guess she
couldn’t get a signal,” Miss Cheetah said as Miss Leopard took Sandy’s chin, a
flash of lightning outside followed by a rumble of thunder.
“It’s your lucky night, bitch,” Miss
Panther growled into Sandy’s face, “I’m on a timetable, or you would be dead…Right?”
A flash of lightning landed outside
the main windows, and the women started screaming as the house was plunged into
darkness. It was impossible to see
anything – until there was a scatter of light as Miss Leopard fired a burst of
gunfire into the air.
“Get on the fucking ground, shut your
fucking mouths, and keep fucking still, you bunch of pissant fuckers,” she
shouted out, “or I swear to God, I will kill all of you, right here, right
now.”
The room fell silent, as Miss Panther said,
“Move out.” The six women walked to the
doors, led by Miss Panther, and then into the hallway, turning right as they
left the mansion and climbed into the car.
“Masks off,” Miss Panther said as she
pulled the nylon stocking from her head and placed on the sunglasses. The others followed suit, Miss Leopard starting
the car before driving off out of the gates and down Gales Point Road through
the pouring rain.
“I wanted to kill her,” Miss Lynx said
sulkily as she looked at the dark sky.
“I want to kill someone…Mother I need to kill someone!” she screamed.
Miss Panther glanced anxiously at the
agitated young woman. It was obvious that the creature within had not had its
quota of horror yet. She shook inside as she again contemplated the psychotic
beast that was also her so-perfect daughter
“Calm down,” Miss Tigress said as she
out her hand on that of Miss Lynx, trying to cool the unsatisfied fury within
her friend as the car drove along Smiths Point Road and up towards Proctor
Street, turning left eventually onto Beach Street.
“You offed two tonight.” Miss Lynx
looked resentfully at Miss Tigress. “Satisfying aint it?” Miss Lynx asked as
she laughed a bitter little laugh. “Gets
rid of a lot of little frustrations doesn’t it Stick?”
“Not really.” Miss Tigress started to
sulk at her friend’s obviously catty remark.
“Well it does for me.”
“It’s the job that’s important. The
killing is just a means to an end.”
“Well it aint for me.”
“Girls quiet it down.” Miss Panther
intervened sharply. She looked over at
Miss Cheetah, who was staring silently out of the window, her face a blank
mask.
The car made its way around the
outskirts of Manchester, using a route Miss Leopard had worked out that took it
through quiet residential areas – which made it doubly unfortunate when a bolt
of lightning hit a tree, bringing a branch crashing down in front of it. She managed to stop the car, but not before
the front axle rode over the branch, and a sickening crashing sound was heard.”
“Shit,” Miss Leopard said as she hit
the dashboard, “We have no transport, and still an hour’s driving to do. What the fuck are we going to do now?”
Miss Bobcat and Miss Tigress looked
out of the window as Miss Panther sat in thought.
"Well?"
Miss Panther waved her
hand and said, "Let me think for a minute." Looking out of the
car window, she saw a house set off the road, and smiled.
"Ladies, I think we
need to play the 'Can I use your phone' ploy. Miss Bobcat - will you do
the honours?"
10
pm, the Collingwood residence, Pine Street. Manchester
“Wow – that was a
close one.”
Jenny Collingwood looked out of the
large glass doors that led to the rear yard, watching the lightning dance
across the sky. She was wearing a short
sleeved red t-shirt with a picture of Snoopy on it, a few sizes too large for
her, that acted as a nightshirt over the red checked shorts and bedsocks she
had on. Her brown hair was platted into
two pigtails, with small red ribbons tied around them.
“Well, keep away from the windows,”
her mother said as she brought in some cocoa.
Angie was in her early forties, and worked at a local school as a
secretary. She had on a light blue
dressing gown over a pair of cream silk pyjamas, and slippers on her feet,
while her short cut brown hair was held back by a light blue scarf folded into
a band.
The sound of the front doorbell
ringing made both the women look at Dave Collingwood. He was a carpenter by trade, and ran his
business – a very successful one – from their garage.
“I wonder who that could be at this
time of night,” he said as he looked at them.
He had not changed for bed yet, and was wearing an old grey sweatshirt
and joggers with running shoes. Walking
to the door, he opened it to see a woman standing there, wearing black shades
despite the dark sky. She had on a red
jacket over what looked like a tight fitting dress, and red shoes with killer
heels. A paper was held over her black
hair, and she smiled sweetly at Dave.
“I ahm so sorry to disturb you, honey,”
she said in a soft Southern accent, “but my car has hit a branch, and I cannot
get a signal to call for a tow truck. I
know it is an imposition, but may I use your phone please?”
As he looked at the street, Dave could
just about make out the car on the road, and the fallen branch. “Of course,” he said as he opened the door,
and allowed the woman to walk in, “I just made some cocoa, would you like
some?”
“Well, that is very kind of you,” the
woman said as she walked in, and Dave closed the door, “but I must decline your
kind offer, sugah. There is something
you can do for me, however, if you would be so kind?”
“What would that be,” Dave said as he
showed the woman the phone.
“You can keep your fucking mouth
shut,” the woman said quietly as he felt the metal of gun against his back, “and open the door for
my friends.”
“What’s going on,” Dave said as he
started to shiver.
“Just open the door, asswipe,” Miss
Bobcat urged as she pressed the pistol against his back. “And not a word to anyone else here, I want
to give them a surprise.”
Swallowing, Dave slowly walked back to
the door and opened it, watching as five more women, dressed and looking
exactly the same, walked in, all armed with sawn off shotguns saved for one who
carried an Uzi. “Nice place,” the one
who walked in first said, “Where is everyone else?”
“Dave, who was – OHMYGODJENNY....”
“I strongly advise you,” Miss Tigress
said as she levelled the shotgun at Angie, “to shut the fuck up. We’ve all had a bad night, we’re cranky, and
that makes us more likely to kill all of you right now. Move.”
She indicated the way Angie had come, as they pushed Jenny’s parents
back into the room.
“Oh shit,” Jenny said as she looked at
the women, “who are you?”
“We’re the Pussycat Gang,” Miss Lynx
said as she looked at the young girl, “You might have heard of us.”
“No,” Angie whispered as a trickling
sound came from her.
“Yes,” Miss Panther said, “and we need
your car keys. But first, all of you, on
your knees, hands behind your heads, head down – unless you want to argue.”
“Just – just do as they say,” Dave
said quietly as the three of them knelt in front of the television. “Right, you fuckers” Miss Panther said, “just
do as we say and we all have a good time.
You – do you have any rope in this place?”
Dave looked at them, and said “In...
In the garage.”
“Get it,” Miss Panther said to Miss
Bobcat and Miss Tigress, “and check what cars they have while you are
there. Now, you little shit,” she
continued as she placed the shotgun against Dave’s head, “You tell your wife
and daughter to do everything we tell them to do, understand?”
Dave nodded slowly as he said “Just...
Just do what they say, and we’ll be all right.”
“I wouldn’t be sure about that,” Miss
Lynx said as she stroked the barrel of her shotgun against Jenny’s cheek, “Not
after the night I have had.”
“Don’t you dare touch her, you
bastard...”
“Manners,” Miss Cheetah said as she
put her shotgun against Angie’s chest.
“Shut that dirty little cocksucking mouth of yours, bitch – or I will
shut it for you.”
“You wouldn’t dare...”
“Angie, please,” Dave pleaded, “they
would. Believe me, they would.”
“He’s right,” Miss Tigress said as she
returned with rope, scissors, rags and tape, “There’s a jeep and a Daimler in
there.”
“Good,” Miss Panther said with a
smile. “Miss Leopard, Miss Cheetah –
unload the van and bring everything in, then bring it in front of the
house. You three – get to work on them.”
“With pleasure,” Miss Lynx said as she
took the scissors, and started to cut the ropes, handing the first length to
Miss Cheetah as she knelt behind Angie, pulled her arms behind her back and
tied them together at the elbows.
“Ah – that fucking hurts,” she called
out.
“Tough fucking shit,” was Miss
Cheetah’s comment as she tied her wrists tightly together, and then pulled her
dressing gown open and down her arms.
“Mummy,” Jenny said as her wrists were
pulled behind her back and tied tightly together by Miss Bobcat, the rope
rubbing against her skin, “Wha...”
“Oh fuck this,” Miss Lynx said as she
slapped Jenny across the cheeks, “I have had a fucking shitty night, and you
are really starting to piss me off, you whining little shithole. Open wide.”
She picked a dust covered rag up and
stuffed it into Jenny’s mouth, laughing as the young girl started to cough and
retch.
“Get the little bitch out of my
sight,” Miss Panther said as Miss Lynx and Miss Bobcat forced Jenny to stand
and dragged her by her arms to the staircase, “while I have a serious chat with
Mummy and Daddy.”
“Please, for the love of God...”
“God is not here,” Miss Panther
breathed into Dave’s face. “We are, and we are very real. Car keys – where are they?”
The bedroom as that of a typical
teenager – which made Miss Lynx snort as she shoved Jenny onto her bed.
“It’s your lucky night, fuck face,”
she said with a smile as Miss Bobcat closed the bedroom door, “I am in the mood
for doing something to ease my pain, and you have kindly volunteered. Hold her down.”
She turned on the bedside lamp as Miss
Bobcat sat at Jenny’s head, and Miss Lynx picked up a pair of scissors. They had brought several more lengths of rope
with them, as well as their guns, Miss Bobcat caressing Jenny’s head as she
placed the pistol against her temple.
“Just relax, dahlin,” she cooed as
Miss Lynx cut away Jenny’s shorts, pulling them and her bedsocks off before she
grabbed and ankle, pulled it roughly to the side and looped some rope, rubbing it
against her bare skin as she tied it tightly to one of the legs of the
bed. Securing her other leg, she walked
over to Jenny’s wardrobe and opened it, throwing things out until she found
some unused hose.
“Here,” she said as she tossed it to
Miss Bobcat, “Shut the whining little bitch up some more.” There was a smile on her face as she started
to stroke her gloved hands down Jenny’s bare legs.
“With pleasure,” her companion said as
she pulled the gusset over Jenny’s head, and then tied the legs around her
mouth and head, forcing the dirty rag further in.
“Whtrrudng,” Jenny said as Miss Lynx
took the barrel of her gun, and stroked it up the inside of her bare legs, the
young girl shivering as the cold metal slipped up her panties. As she did this, Miss Lynx sighed and a
glazed expression came over her face.
“What am I doing? She’s asking me what I’m doing,” Miss Lynx
said as she pressed the gun against her crotch, licking her lips as she did so. “I’m expressing my frustration on you – so
enjoy.”
She suddenly ripped her pink panties
off, and wadded them up, pressing it against her nose and inhaling deeply. “Oh you fucking cow, you were turned on by
that,” Miss Lynx said as she looked at the young girl, laughing at the way
Jenny shook her head as she said “Hold her down.”
Miss Bobcat pulled Jenny down as Miss
Lynx took the now bright lamp, and pulled off the paper cone that surrounded
it, leaving only the bare bulb as she walked back over to Jenny. “Enjoy, bitch, I know I will” she said as she
pressed the burning lamp against her crotch, Jenny screaming in pain and shock
as she arched her back. Miss Lynx sighed
and stroked along her own crotch as she continued to press the hot glass over
Jenny’s body...
“What are they doing to her,” Dave
shouted as he and Angie heard Jenny’s muffled screams.
“Having fun,” Miss Tigress said as she
came back in from the garage. “Right –
the cars are outside, the van is in the garage, and we’ve moved everything
over.”
Angie whimpered through the band of
silver duct tape that held the oily rag in her mouth, the glue pulling at her
skin. Miss Cheetah had tied her arms
tightly to her side, the rope pulling her pyjama top open, and she was looking
at her husband while his arms were tied to his side.
“Look, you got our cars – just leave
us tied up and go, but please, don’t hurt them.”
“Hurt them,” Miss Cheetah said as she
tugged the rope tighter around his chest, “Hurt them? You little motherfucker, we’ll do whatever we
want to you and your family. In fact –
watch.”
She picked up the shotgun, Miss
Leopard and the others watching as she did so, and pushed it under the front of
her top, pulling it suddenly out as the buttons gave and the silk ripped.
“Nice tits – very fuckable,” she said
as she looked at her, and then pushed the barrel down the front of her pants,
stroking it up and down as Angie looked at her husband, her eyes pleading.
“No... I’ll do whatever you want...”
“You can shut the fuck up, asswipe,”
Miss Leopard said as she pushed a rag into his mouth, and would the tape
tightly round his hide while Miss Cheetah continued to stroke her gun up and
down, Angie moaning in fear – and something else.
“Get on your ass, cocksucker,” Miss
Cheetah said quietly, watching as Angie move and sat down. Using the gun barrel, she pulled her bottoms
down, revealing her damp crotch, and then yanked them away before she knelt
down and stroked her gloved finger up the slit.
“Hmmgdddnnnnn” Angie whimpered as the finger
then slipped in, and stroked inside her.
“PLSLSSSTTPPPPP”
Jenny was squirming on the bed as Miss
Lynx held the hot glass bulb to her tits, rubbing it over her nipples as Miss
Bobcat held her down. She could see her
friend panting now, her eyes closed as she savoured every last scream.
“Do you know what the best thing is
for burns, you little fucking bitch,” she said as she eventually put the lamp
back, Jenny panting as she looked at her red breasts. Shaking her head, her eyes widened as Miss
Lynx picked up a roll of clear tape and tore off a strip.
“To cover it up,” she said with a
smile as she pressed the tape down over the raw and singed flesh, making Jenny
scream out again as she covered both nipples.
She then reached over and kicked over her breasts, as Jenny struggled
round again.
“I think she knows you have her best
interests at heart, sugah,” Miss Bobcat cooed as Jenny panted through her
gag. Sitting the young woman up, she
picked up a roll of duct tape and started to wind it round her head, covering her
mouth and jaw as she forced the material against her head.
“I do indeed, Miss Bobcat, I do
indeed,” Miss Lynx said as she picked up a pillow and waited until Jenny’s head
was lying on her pillow, then placed it over her head. The excitement in her eyes made them glow
brightly before she closed them and whispered “So sleep tight, bitch.”
The blast made feathers fly through
the air as Miss Lynx screamed “YEEESSSSSSSSSSSSS” and fell to her knees,
putting her hand under her skirt and licking the juices that were flowing from
between her legs as Jenny fell lifeless to the bed, Miss Bobcat laughing as she
stood up.
The bang reverberated down the stairs,
as Miss Cheetah finished taping Angie’s right leg, her ankle to her thigh and
her knee tightly bent. The parents
looked at each other, Dave whimpering “NNNNN” as they realised what had happened.
“So soft and moist,” Miss Cheetah said
as she knelt down and kissed Angie’s slit, making her squirm again, “You must
really enjoy fucking this body, isn’t that right you asswipe excuse for a man?”
“Plssss,” Dave said as Miss Cheetah
picked up the shotgun, and Miss Leopard saw the other two coming down the
stairs.
“All finished,” she said, Miss Lynx
nodding as Miss Cheetah took the tyre iron that Miss Leopard had brought
in. She started to play with Angie's
passage, making her writhe round before she pushed the handle of the iron in,
forcing it up and round as she opened her eyes wide in horror.
“I would apologise, but I’m enjoying
this too much,” Miss Cheetah said as she used the handle like a dildo, fucking
Angie as she was made to cum in response, Dave crying as he was made to watch
with Miss Panther holding a gun to his head.
Angie was too scared to do more than
let her body respond, the warmth spreading despite the cold metal tearing her
inside. As she let out a long, hard
moan, Miss Lynx pushed Dave over on his knees, and put her hand between his
legs, making him scream into the gag as she squeezed hard.
“Lick her cum, you twisted little
shithead,” she said, pushing his head down as his taped lips were pressed where
the tire iron had been a few moments before.
She moaned out loud as she made him rub his face to and fro, covering
him in the fluids as she felt them flow from between her own legs, the others
watching. She let out a long, low moan
and sighed, before she pulled his head back, pressed the gun to the back of his
head, and said “Bye bye.”
“NNGGNGNDFFFFFFFFFFFF” Angie screamed
as she watched her husband’s head explode, and saw his lifeless body slump to
the ground.
“You can join him,” Miss Cheetah said
as she pressed the sawn-off shotgun to her head, smiling as she pulled the
trigger, the thunder outside silencing the report.
“Well, if we are quite finished,” Miss
Panther said “We need to get going.” She
tossed a set of keys to Miss Leopard, then said “Miss Cheetah, you ride with
me. The others in the jeep.”
The group left the house, the younger
women following Miss Leopard to the jeep and driving off, while Miss Cheetah
got into the passenger seat.
“Better?”
“Better,” she said as Miss Panther
gunned the Daimler and they set off, the house left in darkness behind them.
11.30
pm, the base
“I want those cars unloaded and
heading into the lake within ten minutes.”
Miss Panther watched as the other five
grabbed the bags and brought them into the house, before Miss Cheetah and Miss
Leopard took the cars round the side.
Walking into the house, she removed her glasses and wig, looked at the
three younger girls and said “Very well done.”
“I feel like I could do anything,”
Carina said as she sighed, while Joanne helped Abby to remove her clothes, and
unstrap ‘the thing’ from her body.
“I thought you were going to,”
Juliette said as she stared at her daughter, “both you and Sandy came bloody
close to crossing the line tonight.”
“Yeah,” Carina said as Heather came in
and pulled her wig off, “but we got it out of us eventually, didn’t we?”
“You did,” Heather said grimly, “but
we nearly got into very real trouble there tonight.”
“Agreed,” Diana said, “we got out of there
with the gems, but Juliette was right – we rode our luck.”
“Which means next time we plan more
carefully,” Juliette said as she removed her jacket. “Get changed and get everything into the cars
– I want us out of here in fifteen.”
Saturday
31st August
3
am, Manchester PD, Central Street, Manchester.
“Sandy! My god, what happened?”
Sandy turned and saw Heather come in,
dressed in a white one piece suit.
“Can I help you, Miss?”
“Heather Smith – I’m Miss Richmond’s
nanny, she asked me to bring her some clothes...”
“It’s all right,” the detective said
as he came in, “Let Miss Richmond change, then we can talk to you.”
“Thank you,” Sandy said as she took
the bag from Heather.
“How’s Allison?”
“I don’t know – George said he’d
call. Can you wait while I do this?”
Heather nodded as the detective led
Sandy away. Fifteen minutes later, she
was sitting in an interview room, as two Federal Agents came in.
“Miss Richmond, I’m Agent Ball,” the
tall, thin, balding man said, “and this is Agent Carter.” The blonde haired woman nodded as they sat
opposite Sandy, in her jeans and sweatshirt.
“I know it has been a long and rough night...”
“You have no fucking idea – finding
out the bitch is pregnant,” Sandy thought to herself, but she just smiled
sweetly as Agent Ball said “...but we do need to ask you a few questions. Where were you when the gang started the
robbery at the Gardiner Mansion?”
“I had gone to the powder room – my
time of month,” Sandy said as she looked at Agent Carter, the woman nodding in
understanding. “I was just finishing
when I heard the gunfire start, and I – well, I hid in the stall and waited.”
“So you saw nothing of what happened?”
“Not at first – but I knew I had to
call the authorities and report it. I
eventually sneaked out, but ran into two of the bitches as I did so.”
“Can you describe them?”
“Tall, black hair – covered by that stocking
mask – and dressed to the nines in a red dress and jacket, red shoes with at
least three inch heels, and red scarves.
When they turned to look at me, I saw one had a jewelled brooch pinned
to her jacket lapel, and the other to her scarf.”
“What did the jewellery look like?”
Sandy looked at Agent Carter, before
saying “Gold, diamonds – they were shaped like cat heads, that much I did see.”
“So you ran into them?”
“That’s right – the taller of the two
– Miss Puma I think she was called – pointed a gun at my stomach and made me
take off all my jewellery, and then the other one tied my wrists behind my
back. She led me back into the ballroom
as the other one walked out.”
“And when you were pushed in?”
“I saw most of the man lying face down
on one side – one was on his back, holding his crotch. The women were on the other side – I saw one
dead on the floor, and Allison was lying on the floor. Her parents were at the end of the room – her
mum was naked – and there were five other women dressed as the one holding me.”
“All armed?”
“All armed – two had some sort of sub
machine gun, the others shotguns. Their
leader walked up to me, and it looked as if she wanted to kill me.”
“And then?”
“The power went out; there was
screaming, and then gunfire. I dropped
to the floor and crawled to Allison, as the gang walked out, then tried to help
her.”
The two agents nodded, and then Agent
Ball said “That’s enough for now – we need to get you checked out at the
hospital. We may need to talk to you
again, of course.”
“Of course,” Sandy said as she stood
up, “You will find me at my New York address.”
She walked out of the room, as Heather
stood up. “I’m going to be checked at
the hospital,” she said with a weak smile.
“I’m coming too,” Heather said as she
put her coat on, and they walked out.
10
am, Riverside Road.
As Juliette came into the kitchen, she
was surprised to see Carina up and about, whistling to herself as she beat some
batter.
“Hey Mum,” she said with a bright
smile, “I’m making pancakes. Want some?”
“Coffee first,” Juliette said as she
sat at the table, opening the New York Times and looking at the inside
pages. Carina poured some fresh coffee
into her mug and placed it in front of her, singing as she went back to the
hob.
“Sleep well,” Juliette said as she checked the
local supplement.
“Like a log,” Carina said as she
poured herself some Orange Juice and sat down.
“Anything interesting?”
“Not really.” Juliette looked carefully at her daughter,
who certainly seemed more relaxed. It
had been after one by the time they got back, Carina sighing to herself as she
walked to her room.
Putting the paper down, she said “You
seem to be in a far better mood this morning.”
“Why wouldn’t I be – I had a fantastic
time last night, and I feel like a million dollars.” Carina flipped a pancake and slid it onto a
plate, then handed it to her mother as she prepared some for herself.
“No dreams?”
“Nope,” Carina said as Abigail came
in, stretching and yawning, “Why?”
“Morning little Miss Sunshine,” Abby
said as she poured herself some juice, “You got out of the right side of bed
today – especially after last night.”
“Well, I told you,” Carina said as she
gave Abby a pancake, and then made another, “I just needed to let off a little
steam, get the tension out of me, and I feel a million bucks.”
“Right,” Abby said as she sipped her
juice.
“Hey – want to go into town and get
the books for next term?”
“You want to go into town,” Diana said
as she came in, and poured herself some coffee.
Abby and the mothers were still in their nightgowns, but Carina had put
on a pair of denim shorts over some dark leggings, and a black sleeveless
jumper over a white top.
“Yeah – I feel like celebrating,”
Carina said as her phone went off. “Hold
that thought.
“Andrea? It’s Carina – my mother says it’s fine for
Tuxedo. Who have you got coming?”
As she walked out of the room, Abby
said “How does she do it? How can she be
so ruthless as to use a lamp to torture someone, then kill her and her father,
and yet be the preppy girl in the morning?”
“Honestly,” Juliette said, “I do not
know – but I am glad I never got on the wrong side of her.”
11
am, the Richmond holiday home.
“Sandy!”
Joanne stood up as Heather and Sandy
walked in, and went to the kitchen, making a pot of coffee and bringing it in
as Sandy stretched her legs out. “I told
the police we were delayed at the theatre by the storm,” Heather said as she
sat down.
“Which from what Heather has told me is
half true – has there been anything on the news?”
“So far only about the raid on the
mansion – two dead, two severely injured.
Talking of which...”
“I don’t want to talk about it,” Sandy
said as she looked at Joanne, “not right now, anyway. Apparently I didn’t hit her hard enough to
cause any damage to the baby.”
“And if she had?”
Sandy has sat with her eyes closed,
but she opened them as she gripped Heather’s hand. “Seriously, my dear, do not go there. You still have a lot to learn.
“Speaking of which,” she said as she
sat up with a groan, “did you have to tie my wrists quite so tightly?”
“Necessary,” Heather said, “I thought
you would be madder at Juliette.”
“I expect it from her,” Sandy said as
she rubbed her wrists. “As I was saying
– start packing. We need to be back on
Monday for your formal interview on Thursday – and we still have a lot of
things to buy.”
Monday
2nd September
11
am, an abandoned warehouse, off Midland Parkway, Queens
The black Lincoln pulled up as the
Indian gentleman stepped out, adjusting his silk tie as he looked round. He walked quickly to the entrance to the
office block, and unlocked the door, walking in and heading to the second
floor.
Holding the bag in his hands, he
knocked three times as a female voice said “Come in, Mr Agarwal.”
“Do I have the honour of addressing
Miss Panther,” he said as she walked in, and saw the tall woman standing there,
dressed in a blue jacket and skirt with a green scarf tied round her neck,
hiding the bottom of the stocking pulled over her head.
“You do,” Miss Panther said quietly,
“Do you have the money?”
“Do you have the merchandise?”
Miss Panther indicated three black
holdalls, Mr Agarwal placing his bag where they could both see it as he opened
the bags.
“Most impressive – I read the reports
of your visit. My compliments.”
“Thank you – I trust everything is to
order?”
“It appears so,” Mr Agarwal said, as
he drew a pistol and pointed it at Miss Panther. “Such a pity you will not take the money with
you.”
“If you want to have more children
than the two with your wife and the five here,” a voice behind him said as he
felt a cold metal ring against his back, “you will apologise for the insult you
just paid Miss Panther.”
The man smiled, returned the pistol
and said “I apologise – I clearly made a mistake.”
“Yes,” Miss Panther said, “You
did. As a sign of good faith, you will
take the jewels, but do not let me see you again. Do we have an agreement?”
He nodded as Miss Panther checked the
contents of the bag, and then nodded, the pressure on his back easing. He them picked up the bags and walked out,
Miss Leopard smiling as he did so.
“Next time,” she said, “I blow his
balls off.”
“What next time?” Juliette watched as he carried the bags to
his car, his chauffer opening the trunk, and then loaded them in before they
closed the lid, got in and drove off.
“IF there is a next time, we do it our way, not theirs.”
Thursday
5th September
10.30
am, Student Guidance Office, St Angela’s School.
“Well, it is unfortunate that the fire
at your previous school destroyed your permanent record,” the red haired
teacher said to Joanne as she sat across from her at the desk, “but your
aptitude tests are all acceptable, and the personal testimonies from Miss
Huntingwood and Countess de Ros speak volumes – as does the sponsorship of Miss
Richmond. Welcome to St Angela’s,
Joanne.”
“Thank you ma’am,” Joanne said as she
looked over at the woman, her glasses reflecting the light, “I will try to do
my best to uphold the principles and laws of the school.”
“One question, to help determine your
curriculum,” the counsellor said, “Have you given any thought to your career
aspirations?”
“I have wondered about studying psychology,
ma’am – especially criminal psychology.
I watch a lot of programs like Law and Order, and that sort of career
appeals to me.”
The counsellor smiled, and made a
note. “Very well Joanne – you may join
your friends outside.”
Joanne stood up, collected her satchel
and went out, where Abigail was waiting.
“Well?”
“I’m an Angel,” Joanne said with a
smile, putting her arm in Abby’s. “Come
on – you can buy me lunch...”
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