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Posted - May 07 2007 : 10:27:43 AM
This is a Mature rated Fic, and will contain elements of sex, name calling, and other aspects that may dismay some readers who prefer to peruse only PG and similar material. There is nothing very extreme in it by modern standards, but if you proceed beyond this point, you are certifying that you intentionally sought and were aware of the adult themes of this story, ARE 18 YEARS OF AGE OR OVER, and that you will raise no objection to this content, and that you do not reside in any jurisdiction that may regulate the ability to read such material.
Rights disclaimer: The basic characters here are the property of the estate of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, and/or of New Line Cinema and other rights holders, and no infringement is intended. Some additional characters are the creation of the writer. Some relationships here are different than seen on the TV show on which the Fic is based. The story is set beyond the Third Season, and the Treehouse dwellers have evolved beyond the stage at which they were when the series, "The Lost World" ended. There are three couples in the Treehouse: The Challengers (George and Finn), the Malones (Ned and Veronica), and the Roxtons (John and Marguerite). They were not yet married, but were committed to one another, and the writer means that they will wed when they have the opportunity. (See the Epilogue to "The Death of Zoth" on this board.) And now, our story!
"A Ripped Garment"
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Marguerite Krux was vexed. She had slept late again, and when she finally rose, she found that her man, John Roxton, had gone hunting with their friend and fellow Treehouse dweller, Nicole Finnegan, better known by her nickname of Finn. Finn often accompanied Roxton in the chase, for she was an enthusiastic huntress, and she shared his love of fine firearms and of nature. They often took Marguerite, too, but she sometimes grew bored with their discussions of ballistics, guns, and history. She was weary of their debates as to whether the Saxon king at the Battle of Hastings was killed by an arrow in his eye. Marguerite preferred fashion, intrigue, art, and jewelry to such matters. In any event, she was used to Roxton and Finn hunting together, and thought little about it, save that today, she would have loved to escape housecleaning through having joined them. She was not especially jealous, although Finn was an attractive blonde, likely to interest many a man. Roxton saw Finn as just a friend and sort of little sister figure...or so Marguerite thought. She teased the twosome about being Orion and Diana, after the classic hunters of Greek mythology. And she felt warm and happy inside when she imagined Roxton as a Greek god, a role in which she easily saw him. She smiled at the thought of her handsome lord, revelling at her joy in being his.
Marguerite was not fond of housework, and was miffed to learn that watering the garden this morning had not satisfied her friend and hostess, Veronica Layton. No more had Marguerite finished in the garden than Veronica had handed her a dustcloth. The two women had worked together in harmony, Marguerite only occasionally grumping good naturedly about her aversion to "heavy, heartless industrial labor". The brunette British beauty had wanted to sew a new blouse for herself that afternoon. But the other men in the Treehouse, Ned Malone and Prof. George Challenger, Finn's man, were engaged in altering their generator to gain added performance from it in operating several appliances. So she and Veronica had to do all the cleaning, and she was not happy that she was forced to forego her sewing. She wanted, indeed needed, that new blouse!
Now much mellowed from the fiery, contentious woman whom she had been when she had first set foot on this remote Brazilian plateau, Marguerite nonetheless had moments of vexation, and today, she was growing impatient with the need to clean. Still, she was behaving well...until she went to empty the bedroom wastebaskets and found...The Panties!
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Posted - May 10 2007 : 11:38:57 AM
Two weeks later, Finn was walking past the library on her way to her room after showering when Marguerite stepped out of the library, and motioned her to join her within. She held a finger to her lips, to signal a need for silence.
"What's up, Marguerite?," she asked. "Why are you shushing me and being so mysterious?"
"I have a little surprise for you, Finn. Go look on the table there."
Finn walked over and saw a wooden box, wrapped with green cloth and tied with a yellow bow made from a local plant fiber. "This is for me? Why? My birthday isn't for a couple of months?"
"It's just my way of saying how much I care for you and to atone for what I said that evening recently when I opened my mouth too soon." She looked furtive, guilty, as she remembered her outburst.
"Should I open it now, or wait until we're all together later tonight?"
"If I was you, I'd open it now or when you and George are alone. Some of the contents may be a trifle embarrassing if you display them in public, as if this Treehouse is ever really private."
"Okay, too cool! I'll open it now, so you can see my reaction. Hey! This better not be one of those golden rattlesnakes that George wants to study."
Marguerite assured her that this wasn't so. "But wear those in the right male company, and you may find that they are as potent as one of those snakes. The man who sees you in those is a goner. He's all yours." She looked smugly at Finn, who now began to suspect what was in the box.
She took off the ribbon eagerly, and unwrapped the green cloth covering. She lifted out two pair of black panties. They were similar, except that one was a conventional bikini, if cut a bit high at the legs, to emphasize her long limbs to best advantage. The others were the string style, with a narrow band on the sides. The other principal difference was that the lace applique on one was an "N" for Nicole, and the smaller ones had a "F" for "Finn". The smaller ones had a tiny black ribbon over each leg opening, and the fuller cut ones had pink ribbons.
"I couldn't decide what to call you," said Marguerite, " so you have an initial for both names. Be careful with those other packages. The contents are rather delicate."
"What?" And Finn lifted out and unwrapped a necklace of gold links, moderately heavy for her size of neck, with an emerald pendant. The small packages were matching earrings.
Finn stood stunned, staring at the items, running her fingers over them.
"Marguerite, I don't deserve these. These are 'way too valuable! What's all of this about?!" But she looked on the jewelry with unbridled glee, her eyes lit up like a chandelier at Versailles.
"Finn, this is only partially to compensate you for the harm that my words did. It's more to say thanks for recovering that particularly cherished necklace that you found. And to tell you how much I appreciate having you as a friend. I made Veronica a similar set of jewelry, so she won't feel jealous. And because she deserves it. She has been so kind to all of us, and so dear. I had been looking for something that I could do for her, and this is what I thought of. But you deserved the same, and you look a touch slutty in some of those gold loop earrings that you favor, especially when you add that ankle bracelet that makes you look like a tarty teen. The diamond earrings that George gave you for Christmas are too dressy for all but the grander ocasions that you will encounter once we get off of this blessed Plateau. You needed something in between that will still turn heads. This is it, and the emerald is because it looks good on you, and you like green. I'll give Veronica her jewelry tonight, so don't wear yours to the table. I want to surprise her. Like it, I hope?"
"Marguerite, this is so damned gorgeous that I am going to cry; excuse me for a moment, please." And the tears did come.
Marguerite stepped forward to touch her shoulder comfortingly, and Finn pulled the older woman to her in a fierce hug, which was returned.
And so, this story ends more happily than it began. Actually, when Finn modeled the new panties and the jewelry for Challenger that night, it ended even more happily!
The End
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Posted - May 10 2007 : 10:41:19 AM
"Exactly," said Marguerite. "Well, I am not as openly demonstrative as you are toward George, but the fact is, I thrill to knowing that John loves me so deeply. I have news for you, Finn: you may not, after all, have the single greatest love affair of all time, the romance of the centuries, as you so cheerfully put it on occasion. What John and I feel for one another is at least a good candidate for runner-up in the love sweepstakes of history."
"Okay, I'll give you that, if only not to argue about who loves her man more. But Marguerite, you dope, the reason why John didn't want to punish you isn't that he didn't care enough. It's that he loves you, and didn't want to hurt you. Had you thought of that?"
"Certainly. I'm not the blonde here, Finn." She smiled to take the sting out of her words. "Of course, you're right. But sometimes, I WANT him to put his foot down and make me take my medicine. Not often, for I am not that naughty, usually. But sometimes, I want to feel him take charge and enforce his authority. Particularly when I know that I have it coming. I no longer WANT to be able to run over people and get off Scot- free. My big mouth hurts people, most of all you and others who are very dear to me. When I do that on the scale that I did last night, it hurts me most of all, when I realize how wrong and how mean I've been. How stupid I was not to have checked into matters before I assumed the worst..."
"So, you explained all of this to Johnny, and just asked him to spank you?" Finn was intrigued.
"Not in so many words. Maybe I will someday, but last night, I manipulated him a little. It's easy; he's male." She smirked. "I told him when we were almost done that I deserved to be punished and that if he was half the man that he should be, he wouldn't be letting me get away with this, and that he'd have my knickers down and me over his lap. I'd already taken off my skirt, to make it easy for him, and to prevent getting it wrinkled. It worked. He grabbed me so fast when I made him mad again that it impressed even me."
"But later, I thanked him and told him that I was such a bitch that I was afraid that he would shut me out, and asked if I should sleep downstairs. That worked, too, of course, and he pulled me to him and soon, we were ah, quite passionate."
"But didn't you defeat your own strategy, if you manipulated him into doing this? Wouldn't it only matter if he had done what you wanted on his own?"
Marguerite shook her head. "No, I only made him do what he wanted to,anyway, but wouldn't because he cared too much. Next time, maybe he'll take all of the initiative. And I got punished for what I did to you and him, and I wanted that. I would have felt bad if I hadn't gotten my butt warmed. So much for sordid tales of nocturnal married life, for John and I are already married, in all but name. Do you know what it meant to hear him say when he took my hand at the table last night that we would go up together, as we would be doing everything else, from now on?" She glowed, embarrassed that her feelings showed so clearly.
Finn considered her. "Marguerite, you are either blushing from being in love ALMOST as much as I am, or you're getting a bad sunburn. I think we'd better have that tea now." And she grinned, delighted to have heard this account from her friend, and to know how badly that friend had felt for having wronged her, Finn.
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Posted - May 10 2007 : 10:25:21 AM
True to her word, Marguerite was up early the next morning, and she helped Finn and Veronica make breakfast for everyone.
When the men had gone about their various tasks for the day, the girls went to the garden, and Veronica handed Marguerite a hoe, and showed her what to do as she planted new crops. Finn worked nearby, picking and maintaining those that had already sprouted. She set aside some potatoes and broccoli for supper that night, and watered where needed.
In time, Veronica excused herself and went to collect Ned where he was oiling the gears to the windmill that powered the generator. The Malones would then start cooking lunch and do some housework.
Finally, Marguerite said to Finn, "Why didn't you two just give me that necklace when you got home last night? It would have saved me making a fool of myself, not that I'm excusing anything that I did."
Finn gave her a sheepish look. "We were going to get V. to clean it up and give it to you as a surprise at dinner. I guess we screwed up, huh?"
"Well, what's done is done. And I am sorry, Finn. I was so rude. I almost hated to look at myself in the mirror as I fixed my face this morning. By the way, did I ever remember to say thank you for the very real risk that you took in recovering that necklace?"
"Nope. You can say it now, though. On the count of three...One, two..."
Marguerite smiled. "Thank you, Finn, from the bottom of my heart. I did thank John last night, while we talked. So, he at least, already knows that I am grateful."
Finn couldn't resist asking. "Uh, Marguerite...did he really smack you? I feel bad about it if he did, as angry as I got. I hoped that he'd cool off during dinner and just yell at you, or whatever."
Marguerite considered her next words very carefully. "Finn, keep this to yourself, especially if Veronica or Ned asks, but...yes, he did let me have it, with his hand. Ten times, knickers off. But you may be amazed at the reason why."
"No, I wouldn't. Remember, I was there. You really lost it for awhile. I was mad, myself, and I love you, Marguerite. I swear, I do. It was like being slapped by my sister or something when you went after me like that. I was HURT, dammit. I'm sure that John was, too. He's really a sensitive guy. I know him awfully well, and you two mean the world to me. You hurt him, too, believe me."
"Yes, of course, I wasn't implying that I didn't know why he was mad. But the real reason why he spanked me eventually is that I insisted that he do it. He would have let it go by then, and I wouldn't let him. Want to know why?" She looked cooly at Finn, half enjoying the curiosity that she knew must be eating at her friend now.
"You made him do it? Yeah, I want to know why! Give!"
"It's fairly simple, really, if complex, too." She set her hoe aside and sat on a large tree stump, patting a space beside her for Finn to join her. She took off her hat and fanned herself, looking up at the cloudless blue, hot sky. In a few moments, she would get the bottle of iced tea and pour them each a glass. But now, Finn was almost beside herself with wonder, and Marguerite decided not to prolong the suspense further.
"Look, Nicole", she said, using Finn's real name to emphasize that this was a serious conversation. "If you ever did anything really bad, would you want George to let it pass, or would you want him to make an issue of it, to force you to atone for whatever it was that you had done?"
Finn thought. "I guess it would depend on what I'd done. But he's rarely ever even raised his voice to me, and then only when I did something dumb in the lab. I wouldn't dare really upset him, or he might withdraw from me, or sleep with his back to me for a few days, and I'd feel awful. V. and I once had a talk about this sort of thing after she peeked out and saw him spanking me one night on the veranda. But that was in fun, the only way he ever spanks me. It gives me a kick. I think I may be a litle kinky. Burton kind of got to me when he did some of those things to me, and I got turned on. Keep that to yourself, although I think that V. suspects. Only you and George really get to know, though. Got that? Anyway, I'd never do anything to hurt George; I just wouldn't! It would kill me to see him hurt and know that I'd done it to him. What's your point here, anyway?"
"Think, Finn. If you DID do something that hurt him, would you want him to let you slack off, or would you want him to spank you for real, as punishment? Or, tell you that you couldn't have any ice cream the next time that Ned made any. Aha! I saw your face! THAT would scare you. I know how much you like it, and it never seems to hurt your figure. You and I are lucky; we have good metabolisms. We can eat what we want, within reason."
Finn thought. "Well, if it was bad enough that he would forbid me to have ice cream, ha, ha, or would really smack my cute litle bottom in earnest, I guess that I'd want him to discipline me. You're getting at something here, aren't you? What? Hey, do you want some of that iced tea? I could go for some."
Marguerite tried to stay on topic. "In a moment, Finn. I'll pour for us. Now listen. This is important. Wouldn't you want him to get mad and whack your butt or take away your ice cream privilege for a month or withdraw from you or whatever would be serious enough to jolt you because you would want to feel responsible to him for your behavior?"
"I guess so. Yeah, probably. It would make me feel more like I was his, if I had to worry about getting him really mad. If he let it slide, I might think that I wasn't important enough to him for him to get mad when I screwed up. Hey! Is that what this is about? That if John had let it go, you would think maybe that he was too soft and that he was letting you get away with something for which YOU knew that you should be punished?"
"You're a smart girl for a blonde, Finn," Marguerite smiled. "You caught on sooner than most people would. Also, I need, for the first time in my life, to feel responsible to someone for my actions. The only man, the sole PERSON to whom I want to feel responsible is John Roxton. You told me once what it felt like when you woke one morning next to Challenger and felt rosy all over and what did you say that you felt for him? Remember?"
"Sure", said Finn. "I said that I was crazy in love. I still am. I've got it even worse now that I know he feels the same way and we've gotten to know each other better. I get such a 'high' from thinking about it that it feels like being on drugs to love this much. It's maybe not quite as totally euphoric as it was at first, when I first knew, but I get so thrilled and content when he looks fondly at me, or when he puts me on that silly pedestal in our room and tells me that he's proud of me for something..."
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Posted - May 10 2007 : 09:10:17 AM
When the time had come, Roxton asked that they be excused, and when Marguerite asked if she should go up first and wait for him or if he would lead her, Roxton took her hand and said, "Marguerite, you made me mad as hell tonight, and we are going to have a long talk about this, whatever else happens. But we will go up together, like we will do everything else in life, from now on. You should have thought before speaking, but I will say before everyone here that your jealousy, on reflection, makes me even more proud to have you as my own. If you didn't care so much, you wouldn't have been so angry. I'll take that as a compliment." He smiled, leaned over and kissed her.
"Good play, Marguerite," said Finn. "Get to a guy in his ego, and you've got it made." She winked, and Marguerite smiled, in spite of the apprehension that she felt.
"Finn, really..." Challenger intoned. But he was amused at his own woman's wit, and he loved her all the more for the confidence that he had felt in her all along, that she would not have betrayed him.
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Posted - May 09 2007 : 7:59:22 PM
There was a moment of silence as what had happened sank in. Then, Marguerite, speaking in a small voice, said. " I think it is time that John took me upstairs for a long talk, and if you hear any yelps coming from our room, it probably means that he is spanking me, as I richly deserve. I suppose that he'll use a ping pong paddle from the den, to avoid having to touch my hide directly, as mad as he surely must be at me. I am so humilated that I cannot even manage a meaningful apology to those whom I have wronged. Finn, I am SO sorry. If you want to come up and borrow one of John's belts and give me a few whacks with it, I can hardly object."
Finn was startled. "No, thanks, Marguerite. I'm not into spanking other girls. What do you think, that I was a porn star, besides all of those other names that you called me?"
"What's a porn star?," Ned wanted to know.
So, Finn had to explain that in the distant future , certain movies would be...rather different...from any that they had seen.
"So, people could just get these sort of 'blue' movies and see them at home on these television things?", asked Ned.
"Well, really, television is theoretically quite possible, " began Challenger. "First, one needs to control the waves which..."
"Not now, George; it isn't the time," interjected Veronica. "Besides, Ned is looking too interested in this stuff. Marguerite, do you realize just what you have done? Has Finn ever led you to believe that she would do this with John? What about her feelings for George, whose very shadow you tease her for worshipping? Did she not risk her life several times to save yours, and did she not keep Burton away from you as best she could? (See the Fic, "Spirit Jaguar".) In Xochilenque, she was the first through the door of that cell where the Tecamaya were holding you and a wounded John, after she and Ned had risked themselves against great odds to save me, too." (See the Fic, "The Crystal Skull".)
Marguerite nodded. "I offer my fullest contrition to you, Finn. I have gravely wronged you, and made a colossal fool of myself. I am almost speechless at my conduct."
"What's this 'contrition' thingee?" Finn was curious. "My English and my vocabulary are a lot better now that I know you guys and can read, but that's one that I've missed, I guess."
"It just means that she's really sorry," explained Veronica.
"Well, I AM very upset, especially with myself. Please reach deeply into your hearts and try to find a morsel of charity for a woman who has been so insecure for all of her life that she sometimes reacts without considering alternative explanations to something that occurs to her. I love John so desperately that I was just beside myself when I thought what I did. Now, if John is ready, I think it is time that we went upstairs and let the rest of you eat dinner in peace, for I think it must be about ready."
"It is nearly ready, " noted Veronica "I'll be able to serve in about five minutes. I just need a little help in the kitchen, and we're all set."
Roxton said, "Everyone, we'll leave you to eat in peace. Please forgive my woman for what she has done. I assure you that I will address the matter appropriately. Marguerite, stand up. Now."
"Let me say first that I have complete confidence in you, John," said Challenger, "and also in Finn. I have no doubt that she has been entirely loyal to me."
Finn grinned. "You'd better say that, Genius, or you aren't gettin' any tonight."
Roxton cleared his throat, "Well, on that note, we will just..."
"Just a minute, you two, " interjected Veronica. "Why don't you stay for dinner? I don't want to have to heat it up for you later, and by the time we've had dessert, we will have had time to cool off a little and get this in better perspective. Besides, Ned has made ice cream. That should cool us off. Not that I think that Marguerite should be let off the hook. I'm tempted to spank her, myself, in spite of Finn's colorful little account of those kinky movies. But we have to remember that she is still one of us, and we are a family of sorts. Surely, whatever punishment John has in mind can wait for an hour, while tempers cool."
Marguerite looked hopefully at Roxton, her expression contrite and pleading. He shifted uncomfortably.
"Veronica is right, " chimed in Challenger. "John, if I can forgive her, surely you can stay Marguerite's fate, and that ice cream will be delicious. I assisted Ned this afternoon on an improved formula as we worked on the generator. In fact, the enhanced cooling capacity of the refrigerator is why we will be able to have the ice cream tonight, made as late in the day as it was."
"Perhaps if Marguerite is truly sorry, she'll offer to help Finn in the garden for the rest of this month," suggested Veronica meaningfully. "I'll help, as usual, but I also have some things to do up here." She looked expectantly at Marguerite, whose features flushed with hope.
"Finn? Will you accept my presence there? Could you stand to have me work beside you? I'll do my best, and even get up on time, I swear that I will."
Finn thought, then shrugged. "Sew me a new pair of panties, too? I need some more."
"Yes, of course, it is the very least that I can do to atone for what I said tonight."
"Then let her sit back down, please, Johnny. She's already going to help in the garden. Just think of what that will do to her pride. If she wasn't sorry, she wouldn't be helping there. Whatever you want to do to her, do it later. Lets' eat. I'm hungry." Finn was uncomfortable with the whole situation, but she pitied Marguerite in a way, for she had also had an insecure life until she had become a part of this group, and known, for the first time, what true love could mean.
"I'll help in the kitchen," Marguerite offered. "Finn, I'll serve you, and gladly, if you will allow me. I'll also serve George's plate, if you'll let someone else wait on him, for once. I have wronged him, too." And she looked to Roxton, who reluctantly nodded, than sat back down.
And so, the 'family' had a more pleasant dinner than they might have had, and when Roxton led Marguerite upstairs later, he had at least calmed himself and decided on a less impulsive plan of action. To be sure, Marguerite had not heard the last of this from him, but at least, he was thinking more clearly than he had been.
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Posted - May 09 2007 : 10:23:15 AM
Roxton nodded and took a golden necklace with its ruby pendant from a pocket. He dropped it on the table in front of Marguerite. "Recognize that?" She sat staring for some seconds, then snatched up the necklace and examined it. "Why, this is..."
"The necklace that you lost while swinmming, about three weeks ago, wasn't it?" This from Veronica, who had been present when Marguerite realized that her necklace had come off in the water and was nowhere to be found. "Let me see, Marguerite. I may be able to repair that broken clasp. Finn, where did you find this?"
"It was in that long, clear pool about half a mile downstream from where we swim, " her friend replied. "John and I were sitting on a big boulder there in the stream, eating lunch, when I saw something shiny swirling around in this fissure on the bottom. We went over across some rocks and got a better look. We realized that it wasn't a fish and then I knew what it must be. Or, I was pretty sure. I've seen that necklace plenty of times. We couldn't snag it on a branch, so I undressed and went in after it."
"You undressed. Just like that. In front of John." Marguerite's arms were crossed angrily over her chest.
"Well, yeah, Marguerite. I left on my panties and bra, but I wasn't going to get my gun and boots and other clothes soaking wet. That fissure was about six feet down, and the opening was another three or so feet deep. Johnny tied a rope to my waist in case I got stuck and had to be pulled up. And I did get hung up; that's how my panties, knickers to you Limeys, got ripped. They got caught on a sharp rock as I came up, and I almost lost them.I have a scuff on my abdomen, too, but it didn't really break the skin. I don't think it'll get infected or anything, thank goodness."
"And just why couldn't Roxton get the necklace? You simply HAD to put on this strip show for him? " The brunette beauty was still very skeptical.
"Well, gee, you dope! In case you've never noticed, I'm a lot smaller than he is, and that space was cramped, even for me. Think, Marguerite! You've seen John send me up a tree to get a better shot at something, including one headhunter on the way to Xochilenque, if you recall. I can climb higher into thinner branches than Macho Man here can." She turned and gave Roxton her urchin grin, and he smiled wanly back.
"Look," said Finn, "Do you want the damned necklace, or what? The way I feel right now, I want to take it back and throw it in the river again!" Now, Finn also crossed her arms on her chest, her pique very evident.
Veronica passed the necklace back to Marguerite. "I can solder that clasp, Marguerite. The necklace is scratched in several places from being roiled around on that river bottom, but I have a tool that will let me sort of knurl the surface there, and make it look like it was original decorative work. We'll clean off the ruby and it will look new. Gold doesn't rust, after all. You're lucky, and you're even luckier to have Finn to get this back for you. Remember our Finn? Your loyal, brave, caring friend, your almost sister, who risked her life today, to get this for you?"
Veronica turned to Roxton. "Isn't what she said just about what happened, John? Wasn't she in some real danger down in that sharp fissure?"
He nodded. "Yes, and there are crocodiles near there. One could easily have swum up and taken her before I could do anything. Not to mention some nasty, large-toothed prehistoric fish."
Marguerite wasn't done yet. "But why did you throw out your torn knickers...panties... if you weren't trying to hide something? I could have sewn that tear."
Finn grumbled, "The panties were old. Like Johnny said, they're the same ones that I was wearing in New Amazonia when I was rescued by you and George. Mainly by George, I might add. You just sort of went along with him bringing me here. There are a couple of places where the material is almost worn through. The elastic is getting weak. I'd have had to replace them soon, anyway. Does that answer your question, witch?"
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Posted - May 08 2007 : 1:14:32 PM
Roxton held her hand still and took the torn garment from her.
"Aren't these Finn's knickers?" he asked. "Actually, I think she said they are the pair that she had on when she first came here. That may be partly why they ripped so easily today. They're pretty worn. But why are you calling her those names? And what, pray, Madam, did you just call me? It sounded suspiciously like an inference that my parents weren't married when I was born, and I promise you, they were. Give, Marguerite!"
She told him quite clearly, rather coarsely, what was in her mind.
Roxton was stunned for a moment, then grew genuinely angry.
"Marguerite, is this what all the screaming was about? You think that Finn and I were..."
"I think that you and that blonde bimbo were FUC--NG!, not to put too fine a line on it! Are you denying that, to my face?!"
"Hell, yes!," Roxton retorted. "Everyone, sit down, please. George! Will you and Finn come back down here? We need to settle this, and no one has done any wrong, save for Marguerite!"
"We're coming, John," called the group's leader. "Finn has just about finished telling me her side of this." And Challenger and his mate came back down the stairs that they had just ascended. As they walked to the dining table, Challenger took Finn's hand, and she looked at him gratefully and held onto him tightly.
When all were seated, Marguerite tossed the ripped,wet panties on the table and demanded, "Well?!"
"Johnny, you tell it," said Finn. "I'll fill in if I need to. But first, just so that we all know that we aren't making anything up, give her that damned necklace!"
"There is nothing quite so exhilarating as to be shot at without effect." Sir Winston Churchill |
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Posted - May 07 2007 : 11:09:21 AM
They were in the trash basket in the Challengers' room, atop some other litter waiting to be dumped into the communal bin and later burned on the ground below the Treehouse.
Marguerite lifted the black bikini panties, which she saw were not only damp, but had been ripped down one side, along most of the front. All that held them together on that side was the elastic of one leghole. They looked to Marguerite to have been ripped off of Finn by a lover eager to get at his prize.
She stood stunned as she registered what this must mean! How could they do this to her! Just as she had learned to love and trust Roxton, she who had for so long feared intimacy, and who had thought that she would never know true love, let alone trust! And what had happened had been done with Finn, a woman whom she loved as almost a sister, and as close to a family member as she would ever have!
She remembered that Roxton and Finn had returned about an hour earlier, and that as soon as Finn had helped Roxton to skin a brocket deer that they had shot, and stored it in the area where they hung meat, Finn had come up to her room and stripped, putting on a towel and taking a change of clothing with her as she went to shower. The shower had stopped, and Finn would now be towelling her hair, or already brushing her pageboy hairdo.
Trembling with rage, Marguerite Krux stormed downstairs, dangling the torn panties from a finger. She caught Finn as she had guessed, just finishing brushing her hair, about to go to the kitchen for a cup of tea and to ask how Challenger and Malone had fared with the generator.
Moments after, everyone in the Treehouse heard Marguerite's and Finn's voices, loud and angry.
"How could you DO this to me? I bleeding well TRUSTED you! And HIM! You SLUT! Bitch! Whore!"
Finn: "Jerk! Witch! Shrew! Wait until I tell George and Johnny about this!"
"Johnny, hell! To you, he is Lord Roxton, and he WAS my man, not yours. Tramp!"
"Termigant! Harpy!"
Alarmed, Veronica and Ned rushed into the living room adjacent to the kitchen and the ample dining area. Finn stood, hands on hips, rage on her face as Marguerite brandished a pair of torn panties that Veronica recognized as Finn's. She had seen them many times when the girls swam in a safe pool of the nearby river.
"Marguerite, calm down!", Veronica commanded. "What's going on? Ned, go get Challenger!"
"Never mind that," said the tall scientist as he heard his name. He scrambled up the last few stairs from his lab and stood by Finn.
"Darling," he addressed her, "what's wrong? You two can be heard for a mile, I daresay!"
Finn, ashamed and angry, said, "Genius, I didn't start this. This bitch..."
"Just a damned minute here," interjected Marguerite. "Before you rush to the defense of this little harlot, George, you should know that she has cuckolded you as surely as she has betrayed me!. Roxton! Get in here, this minute! Where are you, you...BASTARD!"
Challenger was baffled, but saw that he had to separate the quarreling women.
"Finn, come with me," he ordered. "I'll talk with you about this in our room."
No!", the girl yelled. "George, I didn't DO anything! This jerk just..."
"Nicole....," warned Challenger.
"Okay, dammit, I'm going!" And the young blonde flounced off and stomped angrily up the stairs to their room.
Roxton arrived now, drying his hands on a dishtowel. "Marguerite, what on Earth is happening here?"
"You!," she shouted. "I want to know NOW what you and Finny Finn were doing today, other than hunting!"
"Eh? Well, we..."
"Well? You WHAT?! Maybe you would like to tell me how these got torn, let alone wet!" And she shook the damaged panties in his face.
"There is nothing quite so exhilarating as to be shot at without effect." Sir Winston Churchill |
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