Thief
Princess lay on the floor under the sofa, watching the teens inspect the box. They knelt with their hands to either side, ready to catch an escapee.
Marie pried the box up swifly… But there was no mouse. Princess did notice that the cheese bounced a bit when she did. It was tied to the back of the box with a piece of dental floss. Sneaky…
“Darn, no mousie,” Marie said. “She must hve been scared off by the bell.”
“Princess scared by a bell?” Fred asked incredulously.
“Well, it would have surprised her.”
“She would have seen it,” he argued. Princess smiled, proud of her owner’s respect. As that surge of pride flowed through her, Fred glanced around and looked straight at her. He winked and turned back to Marie. “So, why all the pencils?”
“To make it more difficult to get the cheese out,” Marie said. She was propping up the box, squeezing a couple pencils into position. Fred helped lay the extras along the side. Then they went back to the table.
Princess crawled out slowly. She could sense exactly where both giants were. It was possible that with time, she could figure out where their attention was aimed, she thought.
They were discussing a story problem when she jumped up from the back of the cigar box to land on it. It collapsed, the bell ringing, and she was already ten steps towards the easy chair.
She hid there as they reenacted their examination of the sprung trap. Marie was getting frustrated that the mousie wasn’t getting trapped.
They reset the box and moved a short distance away from the box. Princess ran over to the door to the kitchen and screamed, “What the fuck!”
Marie ran into the kitchen while Princess ran back to the recliner. Fred walked calmly towards where the voice had come from.
“Where is she? What did she see?” Marie asked.
“She just wanted us to know that she knew we were ready to pounce on the trap,” Fred explained. “Let’s sit down.”
When they were back at the table, Princess stole to the trap and removed two of the pencils, laying them carefully down on the carpet and slipping through the gap.
She turned the cheese over to find that it had been taped to the floss. She peeled off half the tape, wincing each time the peeling produced the ripping/tearing sound. But the giants didn’t seem to hear.
When she could remove the floss, she did, replacing it with the tail of her costume. She pulled the tail over her shoulder, which held the cheese to her back like a knapsack.
She crawled to the edge of the pencil line and kicked one of the supports.
The teens slouched back to the yet-again-sprung trap. Marie knelt and flipped the box up.
Once it was off the carpet, Princess took off running, shouting, “Squeak! Squeak!”
She’d noticed that due to where they were sitting at the table, they always went to the same side of the trap when they examined it. She had chosen her route to take the best advantage, running through Fred’s area, not Maries.
“Get her!” Marie shouted.
“OH, yeah!” Fred grabbed but far too late. She was under the sofa and out of sight.
“Did you see her?” Marie said angrily.
“I did!”
“YOU were supposed to catch her!”
“I was watching that ass! She has a nice ass.”
“Never mind her ass!”
“What?” Fred asked. “YOU were the one who made sure her ass was on display.”
“Urrrrrrrrrgh! Come on, let’s catch up with her.” She started crawling along the couch, peeking under the skirt wither cheek to the rug.
“Are you gonna make her run away again?” Fred asked.
“Stop watching her ass!”
“It’s still a nice ass,” he grumbled. He crawled after Marie.
She looked up. “If you catch her, you can spank that ass.”
“Oh.” Fred stood up and walked over to the far end of the couch. He flipped up the skirt.
“EEK!” Princess started running to the china cupboard. Fred watched her run for a second, then reached out to grab her.
“Gotcha, you little cheese stealer,” he said, carrying her back to the table. He held her by the thighs, bent over the top of his hand. He ran a fingertip over her ass cheeks, moving in little circles.
“Ooooh,” she purred. “I mean, I wanna lawyer!”
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Index
90. Traps
92. The End