“Gotcha. Now, you had better get some sleep. Breakfast is at 7:00 a.m.” Noah and I fell asleep.
The next morning, that girl came and escorted me to the dining room. “This is it?!” I asked, looking at the four girls in front of me.
“Yes, Adam.”
“Hey, how’d you know my name?”
“Stacey here told us.” She pointed to Stacey.
“Who all is here?” I asked.
“Well, I’m Jenn, there’s Stacey. . .,” she went on stating the other girls name.
“The first thing to do is to get you some decent clothes.”
“How are we going to do that?”
“Well, I’m dressed differently than I was the day before. Who changes my clothes?”
“I do.” Jenn said.
“Well, it’s simple. Keep the clothes you take off me.”
“But they keep track.” Stacey said.
“So, cut the legs off and fold up the rest to make shorts. Give them the legs and make up and excuse. Cut the shirt, making it a half-shirt.”
“Now, there’s an idea,” one said.
“Do you have any colored dye?”
“Sure,” another said.
“Dye the shirts and pants green for camouflage.”
“Breakfast is over for you,” Stacey said, “We have to take you back to the cell.”
“Okay, we’ll make our break in three days. We’ll go and get Tracy, then get off this big beach!” They took me back and locked me in, getting Noah and taking him to breakfast. The morning passed slowly.
Lunch came and went. At about one, Stacey came to the cell door. Opening it she escorted me out, and down the hall. “What’s up?” I asked.
“Beach Volleyball,” Stacey started. “We do it every day at one. Jenn got permission for you to come out and play.”
“Great. This would be a great time to get away!”
“No, there are both loyal and non-loyals playing. One whistle from one of them, and we’re dead in the water. Plus, your friend Noah doesn’t have permission to play.”
“What did he do?”
“He, um, kinda had an accident with one of the loyalist’s bikinis.”
“Oh. I kinda figured that would happen. What’s their opinion of me?”
“Oh, they love you. After the game, I’m allowed to take you to the lounge.”
“Wow! Will they give me a change of clothes?”
“It depends.”
“On what?”
“Do you sweat?” We went outside and another girl and I were Captains. It just so happened that it was the loyalists versus the non-loyalists. The ‘nons’ won. After the game was over, I was escorted to the lounge by Stacey. We sat on a couch. There was no one in sight.
“Where are the rest of them?”
“They are on break. Except for the one guarding Noah, everyone’s in the pool.”
“I thought that today was your last day here.”
“So did I, but I got a message that I was going to leave with Tracy.”
“Might I ask, Tracy seemed in the master’s control, if it’s that powerful, how come you’re not affected?”
“Well, it’s quite simple, see this ring.”
“Yes.”
“Well, there is circuitry inside which turns off the brainwashing. You just have to pretend that you are in a trance.”
“Oh.” I said. We talked for a while, and then I was taken back to my cell.
“Adam, where have you been?” Noah asked.
“Well, I’ve been mingling with the locals.”
“Oh. I’m sorry about that slip. When do we leave?”
“In three days.”
“Oh. I guess I can wait that long.” He stated. The two days flew by, leaving us to the morning of the escape attempt.
