Amy flopped on the couch and looked around. This place was like any other family room. But she was not interested in the fancy TV or the liquids in the cupboard (which was probably locked). Much more interesting were the details of the furniture suitable for tying someone up and possible funny tickling tools around. She was taking mental notes and smiled. An interesting item was the bar which separated the open kitchen from the living room. It was long enough for her intentions.
While she was taking a closer look at the railing of the bar she heard a voice from behind. "Can I go over to Carl?" Amy gasped and whirled around. "No...Why...What are your wearing?" Alex looked at his babysitter not understanding anything. He was wearing what a boy would usually wear when leaving, T-shirt, jeans and sneakers. "The rule was that you can only wear what you are currently wearing now, or less. Already forgotten?" Amy frowned and smiled cruelly while the boy blanched. "Sorry. I thought that was only when we stay inside. But I want to go over to Carl." "I forbid you to visit anyone. You stay here. And I will decide on your punishment for having violated the clothes rule."
The boy's eyes widened. He turned on the spot and ran for the door. "ALEX. STOP" Amy commanded and chased him. Where did Amy catch the boy?
Copyright 2000 - 2024 21 x 20 Media All rights reserved. This site is property of 21 x 20 Media
All Writing.Com images are copyrighted and may not be copied / modified in any way. All other brand names & trademarks are owned by their respective companies.
Generated in 0.09 seconds at 3:15pm on Nov 14, 2024 via server WEBX1.
View Portfolio
Visit Notebook
Send Gift Points
Awards
Badges
Send Email
Community Newsfeed
General Discussion
Sponsored Items
Book of Trinkets
Static Items
Books
Groups
Interactive Stories
Audio
Campfire Creatives
Community Notes
Crossword Puzzles
Documents
Folders
Images
In & Outs
Madlibs
Photo Albums
Polls
Product Reviews
Quizzes
Survey Forms
Web Pages
Word Searches
More by this author