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Originally posted by coquette47. And as of yet Clarissa's husband (Sonny Boy) hadn't told her about that. He was waiting for "just the right moment" and since it had been a loooong time since they'd been "intimate", what with the living arrangements, he saw no need. Meanwhile back at the pond Bertha was about to give birth to the twins, Sylvestre and Bonnie and she knew they'd be hungry as soon as they were born so she said to Alley and Sly, "say boys would you mind seeing if there are any scraps left over from our last meal?" Alley turned to Sly and asked, " Can you go over to where Chuck and Hank were last and see if, by chance, they are swimming? There's nothing like fresh food for newborns." Sly made his way over to the "picnic area" and to his delight, sure enough Chuck, Hank and Clarissa were frollicking , far enough out in the water, for a surefire stike. He raced back to Alley with the good news and together they headed back.
46. The only thing about pulling off their plan to give andy what he deserves is not to let their mom know how it happened as the worst thing in the world any one could do would be make aunt Maggie mad. The last fool that done that paid with losing his manhood.
48. The sun couldn't have been brighter. The bird songs were more lovely than any one could remember. The soft breeze made the leaves dance and hum a soft tune to back up the frogs ribbits. The dragonflies were darting here and there, pausing and moving on. Clarissa and the boys were having so much fun laughing and splashing. Six eyes were slowly approaching. Life was good, so good, so nice and sweet. What a lovely day!
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Originally posted by coquette49. Hank said to Clarissa, " Hey Mom is that an egret over there?" Clarissa turned to look where he was pointing and when she turned back to say yes the boys were nowhere to be seen. She pirouetted, trying to find them, but they were not there. Now she pannicked. As she moved further into the middle of the pond she too disappeared beneath the surface. All that remained on the water was her flowery hat and a red stain. The twins along with Alley, Bertha and Sly would not need to eat for a while now and Sonny Boy won't get the chance to tell Clarissa about Cindy Lou's foot.
48. The sun couldn't have been brighter. The bird songs were more lovely than any one could remember. The soft breeze made the leaves dance and hum a soft tune to back up the frogs ribbits. The dragonflies were darting here and there, pausing and moving on. Clarissa and the boys were having so much fun laughing and splashing. Six eyes were slowly approaching. Life was good, so good, so nice and sweet. What a lovely day!
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Originally posted by coquette51. From the back of the onlookers Ramone growled, "What kind of moves are those? And you guys call yourselves men. Come on be aggressive". "Aggressive?" said D-Rock, "You want aggressive? I'll show you aggressive." And with that D-Rock produced a shiv he managed to make in baking class (he always wanted to be more than just a hamburger flipper) well until he ended up here for killing his supervisor at Burger King.
50. Meanwhile, in the prison rec yard, the afternoon chess competition was in full swing. LeConte was playing D-Rock, with LeConte playing an English Opening and D-Rock answering symmetrically. Four onlookers sneered at the gutless moves.
52. Now there is absolutely no connection between the civility of the Englishman aristocrat, the relative balanced development of a symmetrical English opening, and a crazed homocidal psychopath with a shiv who happens to be doing three consecutive life sentences. Let's just say that one more life sentence doesn't really add that much value to one's life, other than to allow a few extra hours out in the real world travelling to and from court.
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Originally posted by coquette54. With that in mind D-Rock lunged at Ramone with the vigour of a Cheetah going after a Gnu. It took the guards a few minutes before they realized what was going on and another couple of minutes for them to get involved. There were chess pieces and boards being flung in all directions with some dedly results. One of the guards choked to death on a white Queen while a prisoner had his skull smashed with the onyx board D-Rock had brought. Whilst all this was going on D-Rock managed to "borrow" a set of keys from the guards supervisor (he had a thing for supervisors) and made his escape through the laundry room and into a waiting van driven by nonother than.......
53. It would be these court excursions that would produce the opportunity for the prison break and the eventual escape in to the swamps of Louisiana.
55. Abbey (Abigail) McMartin, dressed as the laundry delivery lady today. Off they went among all the confusion heading for the gate. The guards, of course, would carefully check the entire truck, bumper to bumper, and no one would be allowed to leave the prison yard until the riot had been quelled and all prisoners accounted for. This would leave one missing prisoner who would have to be located before the truck could leave. That small detail, however, had been covered in advance through some clever advance planning.
56. As one Jasper T. Crumbly, who had a passing resemblence to D-Rock, physically, at least, was no longer in his remote cabin in the swamp, but took a free ride in to the prison in one of the laundry bags. He was now dressed in D-Rock's prison garb and had his face sufficiently smashed and cut to delay certain identification for quite some time, and maybe forever, if DNA and prints aren't checked.
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Originally posted by coquette58. Alley, Bertha, Sly and now the new twins couldn't believe their luck at the sight of yet more potential food. Although they were all almost satisfied ( mealwise ) after gourging them selves on Sonny Boy's family, they were not about to let some dessert pass them by. So they waited patiently by the bank of the pond in hopes that Abbey & D might just decide that, after all the mating, they might just need a wee dip.
57. So it was only a matter of an hour or so before Abbey and D were frollicking in the swamps of Louisiana playing aggressive queen's and king's gambits, exhanging pieces with abandon, and capturing pieces willy nilly, and mating and mating and mating.
59. And so, dear loyal readers, our little tale of gators and swamps and birds (avian and prison varieties), and friends and families, and crimes and punishments, and good nutrition and excercise, comes to an end, with a moral to our story: Never despair, never drop your guard, never say never, never mind, life and death go on, whether we are on the bus or in the swamp or in the air or on the lamb, life and death go on, with or without us.