Aftermath Saturday

Tom awoke with a shudder, his head throbbing and aching. There was a little light seeping in around the edge of the drawer. Reaching hands up to his abused face slowly, uncertain of how much damage she had inflicted, he tentatively examined it.

“Looks like you’ve gotten yourself into another nice mess Stanley,” he croaked with a smile, wincing as the gesture pulled at his split lips. “Ow,” he mumbled, chuckling softly and lowering his hands. At least she didn’t superglue him to something, yet, he thought ruefully, knowing there were still a whole lot of other things yet to be used on that table.

Trying to dislodge the lid was pointless. Leaning his back against the side of the Tupperware container, he pulled his knees up, elbows on them and decided to wait, dreading whatever new ‘game’ or ‘play’ she was going to reveal today.

Trapped in Janine Lindholm’s panty drawer, he scoffed and grinned, instantly regretting the expression as it made his face hurt.

How many other fools lust after the chance? Funny how there is measure of clarity in hindsight. If he knew what she would do with him, would he have badgered Tess into bringing him to the party? Probably not. As fun as portions of his small adventure had been, he really wished he could go back to full size. The novelty had certainly worn off. He knew his only tangible hope of being restored lay with the one person he knew he could trust absolutely, Tess. Not that he didn’t trust Lina, his time with her had been amazing, but she too, possessed an agenda all her own. Same as Sam. Not that she didn’t mean him well, but in his brief interlude with her, he got a sense of something darker lurking within her and who knew what form they might manifest? He needed to escape, needed to find a way out of Janine’s clutches. Enough tomfoolery, playtime was over.

Time was relative and to him it seemed like he could have been awake hours, he didn’t know. Felt like it. When the drawer was pulled open and she appeared, backlit by natural sunshine pouring through the window, she looked positively radiant dressed in a baby blue short sleeved t-shirt, her golden locks pulled back into a pony tail.

Peeling the rubber lid off the container, she put her hands on either side of the drawer and smiled down at him. “Good morning,” she said cheerily.

Looking up, he lifted an arm over his eyes. “Moring,” he replied, “Could I please have something to eat?” he asked.

“Way ahead of you sport,” she answered, picking something off the top of the dresser and lowering in a small piece of toasted bagel with some strawberry flavored cream cheese spread on it.

He wanted to remain cool, but his stomach protested again and he reached out and snatched the morsel, bringing carefully to his lips and eating gingerly.

Janine looked up, tapping an index finger against her chin, “What shall we do today?” she mused aloud while he continued to devour the repast.

Snapping her fingers, she grinned down at him, “I think I will go see your sister, bond with her a little more,” she said.

He made no response, continuing to eat.

“Did you hear what I said?” she asked, reaching into the container and prodding him with a bright red painted nail.

Looking up at her through his one bleary eye, he nodded while chewing.

“She is very beautiful you know?” she said.

He nodded again in the affirmative, Tess was gorgeous and he was really missing her at the moment.

Janine rolled her big blue eyes, “Come on, don’t you at least want to know why I want to go see Tess?” she asked, tone exasperated.

Not wanting to antagonize her, “Why?” he asked around the food still in his mouth.

Beaming, “Well I’m glad you asked,” she said. “You see when we discovered you were missing Thursday morning, I volunteered to team up with her and Sam to help find you, so by visiting them, today and expressing my concern, thereby maintaining the notion I’m still looking for you will help keep her from suspecting that I actually have you,” she said.

He shook his head almost imperceptibly, “Don’t ever think Tess is a fool,” he warned. “She is wicked smart,” he said, employing his best Bostonian accent.

Janine’s eyebrows raised, “On the contrary, I certainly know Tess is no idiot, she has proven to be a most remarkable and worthy adversary. Whether she thinks so or not, I actually positively adore her,” she conceded. “But I won. That’s why when I go, you’ll be all trussed up and smashed against my juicy little pussy while I secretly enjoy the sweet taste of victory,” she added.

He eyed her coldly, or least he tried too given the current condition of his face, finishing the remnants of the bagel.

Turning to look at her collection of panties, “So what color should I wear?” she asked, looking back to him, eyes sparkling.

He didn’t care, “Black?”

She frowned, “Mm, no. Pink I think,” she said, pulling out a lacy pair and lifting them up.

There was a knocking at her door, “You decent?” asked a male voice as the door started to open.

His eyes widened at the sound, “Here!” he shouted, before her hand flattened heavily down on top of him, crushing the air from his tiny lungs.

“Just a minute, I’m getting panties on,” she called back, halting her father’s progress into the room.

“Is everything alright in there? I thought I heard something?” he asked as he retreated, pulling the door closed behind him.

“You just surprised me is all,” she replied loudly. “What is it you want?” she asked, pressing her hand down harder as Tom continued to wriggle.

“I just thought you could take me for a ride in your new car kiddo,” he answered.

“Sure,” she said, “Just give me five to get ready?” she asked. Tom went still.

“Meet you in the garage,” he replied.

She kept her eyes locked on the door as she listened to the sound of his footsteps moving down the hall before lifting her hand off of Tom. A stern expression on her face, she started saying, “Listen, if you’re going to continue trying to draw attention to yourself every time you think someone is listening, there will be some serious,” she paused, turning to look down at him, expression changing once she saw that he was lying in what appeared to be a very unnatural position, legs twisted to one side, an arm folded under him and awkwardly off to the other.

“Tom?” she asked sharply, prodding him gently with a finger, but he was limp, head lolling to his left side. She couldn’t tell if he was breathing but it didn’t look like it. She frowned.