#damsel in distress
Faux Hunt
Beautiful but spoiled perfume heiress Amanda Caldwell finally received an invitation to Percival and Bianca Yorkshire’s annual fox hunt. But when she wasn’t given a horse and commanded to run by her sneering hosts, she finally understood the sort of “fox” the Yorkshires preferred to hunt.
The price of her freedom would be nothing less than her entire fortune.
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Debt Collection
“It doesn’t matter if you placed the bets or not, darling. Your idiot boyfriend skipped town and still owes me a lot of money and I mean to collect. Perhaps a few pictures of you in such dire straits will get his attention.”
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Escape From Las Vegas: My Weekend Being Fake-Kidnapped in Sin City
“You are kidnapped and held for ransom…”
So now you are a captive. It doesn’t matter how it happened; what matters now is that you have to escape. How do you do so?
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Perspective
“ The good news is, you discovered what really happened to Senator Broadfield’s daughter…”
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That’s a Wrap
“What the hell is this?”
“It seems the mummy and its jeweled shroud are set on a weight sensitive platform, and it just so happens Sara here is nearly the exact same weight as both combined.”
“So we slip it off together and put her in its place before the alarms are triggered.”
“Exactly.”
“So…. need any help getting her wrapped up?”
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“So why is she here?”
“The pharmacist cleverly keyed the narcotics cabinet to the charge nurse’s fingerprints. It won’t open without her touching it.”
“Then you should have just cut off her hands !”
“MppHmmm!!”
“Relax lady, he’s just kidding…”
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Hackers
I was getting cold feet. Principal Anderson had been fired, just like his secretary had. Our science and math teachers likely to be next in the wake of the growing scandal. The computer records said it all; grades were being altered and someone was collecting big paychecks to keep it undercover. Sad fact was the last part was a lie. No pay-offs, just the record of payoffs made artificially by the real culprits, the seven smartest kids in class. We called ourselves The Cabal, largely because Peter Jenkins was a HUGE role-playing nerd.
At first it was fun getting free grades and quicky days off from class with no one the wiser, until Miss Shelton in the office did some digging into the system. Bobbi got rid of her by falsifying some dirty emails between her and the hunky quarterback. After that, there was no stopping us and pranks got grander and meaner.
I made a mistake in confiding in Tiffany how I felt. At first she tried to talk me down, but I was adamant I wanted out, “THERE IS NO WAY OUT.” she replied angrily. and I knew I was in deeper trouble.
I don’t know who slipped what into my drink one Friday but when I woke up i was tied up and gagged in a chair in Tiffany’s basement with The Cabal looming over me.
“What do you wanna do with her?” came the question.
“I think we just found our new scapegoat.” Eric replied with a grin<”Get her laptop, in about 3 hours i can have everyone in town convinced how Cheri her did it all by herself.”
The Cabal laughed, leaving me a helpless captive to destroy my life…
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There You Are !
“Nice try, brat. You made it all the way down here and behind the couch without me seeing you. Guess that means I’ll have to wrap you up a bit tighter this time.”
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