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Half-Clothed Amazons?!? – Page 5

“Shh. Let’s just go see if those two are able to leave.” Going over to the pit jail, we moved the guard off the top, and slid the lid. “Hello!” I called. No response.

“Ellohay!” Noah called. Still no response. “I wonder if the grapefruit wore off.”

“Probably. Well, who’s going to go down in there and get them?”

“I know. Why don’t we lower a piece on a string and …”

“Won’t work. They must taste it.”

“Well let’s see where they are.” I said, getting out the glasses. I took one glance and jerked my head away.”

“What? What is it?”

“We have more than one problem.”

“Which is?”

“There are four of them, and none of them are wearing any clothes!”

“You’re kidding!”

“Nope. Now we must decide who goes down there to give one of them grapefruit.”

“I’ll go. Laura’s down there. I give her the grapefruit and her clothes.”

“Then what?’

“Then we leave.”

“But shouldn’t we free those other two?”

“Who cares about them? They may be real criminals!”

“Okay. Go on, but be careful.”

“Hey, I’m cool.” He said. I lowered him into the pit where he stumbled around in the dark. Finding Laura, he gave her a little dose of grapefruit.

“Why Mr. Prescott, what a pleasant surprise. Why couldn’t you come save us earlier … Where are my clothes!?!”

“Right here, darling.” He said, handing them to her. She walked away from him, turned around and came into the light. “Phase 1 completed Adam.” He shouted up. “Are you and Katie ready to go?”

“What about Tracy and Kristin?”

“Tracy and Kristin?”

“Yes, they’re down here too.”

“Swell.” Noah said. “Hey Adam, we have a slight problem.

“And what is that?”

“Well, it appears that the other two you saw were Tracy and Kristin.”

“Great!”

“Not so great. You see, we don’t have clothes for them.”

“Oh.”

“Have any ideas?”

“Only one. Wake Kristin up and see if she knows where her clothes are.”

“Okay. Dear, if you would do the honors.” Noah said, handing her the grapefruit. Laura woke Kristin up.

“Kristin, don’t move, just tell me where your clothes are.”

“They burnt them.”

“Here,” Noah started, “Give her these, they’re Katie’s, but I believe they’ll fit.” Laura gave Kristin the clothes, and the three dressed ones looked up out of the pit at me. “What now Adam?”

“Well, Noah, it looks like we’ll have to forfeit some of our clothes.”