Lucidity

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My twin sister has had, from early memory, a rather silly game she has always liked to play out on me.

 

Starting quite young, she had always thought it a great tease to try and lift things from my pockets when I was distracted.

 

And to be Honest, she had soon gotten quite good at it, to my chagrin.

 

Then of course, I made the mistake of letting her know it got under my skin when she would do that! So of course she kept on doing it, grinning with great satisfaction when she was successful.

 

Which she was a good deal of the time !

 

I had tolerated it for quite a few years, until one day when I found a way to get my revenge.

 

Which I did by lifting her necklace during a rather severely formal event we were rather forced into attending when we were 13.

 

Actually I lifted her necklace several times that evening without her catching on to what was truly happening…..! But that is another story altogether.

 

 

Needless to say, since then we had been going back and forth, cat and dog, trying to out do one another in our versions of the game from that time forward, lasting into our present adult hood.

 

Now, this rather insightful event I am about to relate, happened about two years after I had discovered my own spin on my twins annoying game.

 

By then I had successfully played it out on her several times…

 

This time around it was quite intriguing situation, for neither my sister or I had ever been to a wedding.

 

My sister( along with our mother) was assigned to be a bridesmaid at our Mum’s University chum’s wedding.

 

Sis was included to accommodate an age match for the Grooms younger brother, an oops baby Mum had said.

 

 

Apparently there were a dearth of females that young on either side of the Bride and Groom’s families.

 

 

I will admit me mum and sister looked rather smashing in their matching, quite vibrant bridesmaid’s attire.

 

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Later on, at the reception, I was watching as my sister was swishing out on the dance floor with the simpy young bloke who was her partner.

 

 

As Sis danced about in her long lavender coloured gown of some shiny material, I had eagerly watched her glittery collection of rhinestone diamonds flickering with mad abandon along her figure, as they were caught in the dim lights.

 

 

They were the same set of rhinestones which all the bridesmaids had been given and were wearing with the long flowing dresses that matched my sister’s.

 

They were all the same size too. So that the set my young sister was wearing looked like an adults. Especially her necklace, which seemed to go on forever as it dangled down the front of her slick gown, ending into a long v shape..

 

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I actually had been pressed into service to help her place the shimmering necklace on around her neck at home before we left.

 

As she had held up her hair giving me a clear look at the long dangling earrings that she had already clasped on, she lifted the necklace up, holding the jeweled ends up to me to take and clasp.

 

I did so, watching the sparkling show reflected in our mums vanity mirror from over my sister’s shoulder..

 

As I observed my sister’s reflection, I could see that she was also keeping a rather watchful eye on me ( and her jewels I suspected)

 

Of course I acted all of the innocent one !

 

The jewels my sister was wearing also included a bracelet around a gloved hand, with a glittery ring on same hand. A brooch dangled from her waist, pinned to the front of a wide ribbed sash attached to her gown, and which I was directed to tie in a bow at her back.

 

 

She had stood in front of Mother’s long mirror as I stood behind tying.

 

 

But, truth be told, despite my innocent act, I had found the rhinestones a most attractive lure. Feeling an all too familiar certain tingle coming up from deep within as she teasingly played with her long gown, admiring her pretty self in the mirror..

 

 

It didn’t help much that only the weekend before we had seen an olde American funny show about people stranded on an island. We had seen the silly show a few times before, and I had really thought it was a bit of a bore.

 

The only thing I found about it to hold my attention is that several of the females liked to dress up in gowns and jewels, which peaked my interest, though it was kinda odd that people stranded on an island would be doing that sort of thing, was it not now?

 

But this one show had a newcomer, a thief, stranded on the island with them. And…

 

Well we will come to that soon enough….

 

But as I helped my sister on with her black velvet jacket, and followed her to the car watching her long gown fluidly flowing down out from underneath her jacket to where it fluttered at her heels, my thoughts were on that telly show, and I pondered over the possibilities of what the day could bring…….

 

 

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So now at the reception, as I watched me mum, sister and all the other dancers, I found my eyes kept glancing back at my sister, and her showy attire, mesmerized, as the welcomed feelings re-emerged, dredging up from within!

 

I also began to notice the other shimmering jewels that many of the female guests were wearing along their equally fancy dressed figures.

 

So this is what a wedding was like, I was myself, finding it rather a bit interesting all around !

 

 

The music ended as the band took a break. The bloke quickly deserted my sister for his side of the family and my twin made her sparkling, gown swirling way, threading through the guests, finally coming up to our table.

 

 

I had sat with dad, while mum and sis were up at the head table. We had sat with other members of Mum’s Friends, but they had all left to go to another table once the music had started. Mum had dropped her things off at our table, then Her and Dad had also gone off to visit.

 

 

So we were left at the table alone, to find our own devices to entertain ourselves.

 

Or at least my sister had to find entertainment, unbeknownst to her, I already had mine !

 

As we talked while sitting at the deserted table, I kept stealing looks at my twin sister’s jewels, which were still rippling with sparkles with every squirming move she made. And the little chatterbox was by no means ever still for long.

 

Then my sister began to absentmindedly play with her hair ( a sign she was getting bored)!

 

I saw one of her long earrings give a peek out, shooting out a mad shimmer before darting back into hiding. As I half watched, still deep in thought, she nonchalantly tugged at that sparkling earring, like it was going to be pulled off….!

 

 

Then, with sudden clarity, an overwhelming desire surged over me as a rather delicious, devious plot popped in my brain… How many different pieces of my sister’s jewels could I manage to lift at one event?

 

 

For you see, on that American tv show, the stranded folks had invited the thief to their fancy dress dinner. The girls had primped up, wearing fancy gowns, and lots of diamonds, much like the plentiful jewels sis ,the other bridesmaids and a few of the younger guests were so winningly wearing.

 

The people stranded on that island believed the thief when he had said he was reformed, but he had decidedly not been reformed, only pretending to be that way in order to rob them some more.

 

And the cheeky devil began to rob them again, centering on the ladies and their sparklers he did !

 

The one wealthy lady was wearing quite a lot of diamonds. Some of her jewels were quite similar to the ones my sister was wearing, including the dangling long necklace. This charming thief managed to smoothly slip that expensive looking necklace off from around the throat of her sparkly blue gown.

 

I think he also took one of her bracelets! She had had two, both shimmering around each wrist of her long gloves, like the single bracelet my sister was also wearing on a similar long glove, but where this lady’s gloves were white, sis’s gloves were the same colour and material of her gown.

 

A second lady had hair like my sister’s, long and worn down. She was also wearing these long earrings which were strikingly like the ones sis was now playing around with, as well as a diamond ring similar also to the one my sister had on.

 

The thief had managed to neatly slip off not one, but both of those pretty sparkly diamond earrings. And looking later, I believe he had also took her ring as he kissed her hand!

 

The third and last lady was wearing a plainer frock, with small diamond earrings and a matching pinky ring. I believe it was the ring that soon fell victim to this scoundrels wiles. I was not sure, because she had been the first one he had lured off to be alone with him, and it was before I realized just what he was up to.

 

But he had taken her hand, and something must have happened because the audience had been laughing, as they had done later in the show when the necklace, braclet, and earrings had been nicked.

 

So I played over in my mind several ways I could lift my twin’s jewels in a similar devious fashion as the “reformed” thief.

 

Now, as I was my deep in thoughts of acquiring some of her sparkling jewels, I had done a bit of squirming of me own, and, noticing with interest, my sister looked over at me, ” Bored too huh, wanna sneak out now?”

 

I had almost forgotten. But it may prove to be perfect for my schemes !

 

You see, we had passed a small playground, then some woods, as we then turned into the church parking lot. As we were getting out of the car, my sister had whispered that we should slip out later and check the area out.

 

So, looking carefully around to make sure we were not watched, we got up and snuck our way along the wall until we reached the hallway leading to the restrooms.

 

At the opposite end of that hallway, was a circular staircase that led upstairs and to the side exit leading conveniently out to the back parking lot.

 

So we now slipped inside the hallway, and after waiting until a couple of giggling older teenage girls , , looking like debutantes in their long flowy dresses, long haired tied up, and their fetching figures adorned with white pearled jewelry, passed us by.

 

We than scurried our way to the staircase, and up and out to our adventure.

 

It was a beautiful sunny late afternoon, blue sky with a few wispy clouds that greeted our exit to freedom.

 

Happily we made our way across the parking lot and up to a stone statute depicting the last station of the cross ( the resurrection) that was set on the edge of the wooded area. The rest of the stations apparently led along a path that winded along through the woods.

 

We followed the path, looking at the old statuary depiction of the passion walk. The faces of the figures in abrupt agony, most definitely putting a certain chill in the air.

 

Still we contentedly meandered our way through, my mind meanwhile still working on the problem of how to acquire the first of the brite jewels my sister was wearing in a most certainly quite inviting manner.

 

It was always a bit fun, the plotting of lifting her jewels!

 

And today was no exception, as I watched her flirt about in her long flowy gown, her guard now apparently down, as she seemingly appeared to be totally unaware that her jewelry was in peril of being snatched.

 

Much like those three, diamonds and frills wearing, lasses in that silly tv show had been unawares when welcoming the thief into their party!!

 

 

But of course, my stupid mind could not come up with any plan that I thought would be successful to carry out my desired deeds…And I had had quite a few come in and rejected out of my mind as being too cockamamie, while we were walking up that path!

 

Then my sister, bless her innocence, conveniently gave me an opening.

 

We had stopped in front of one of the statue stations. A bird had made its nest in the crook of the stone cross. Sis wanted to see it, and kicking off her shoes, had tried to climb up to see inside.

 

Acting like that gentleman thief from the show, I had helped her up, and held her by the waist as she leaned over and peeked in. Her brooch was dangling freely, and my fingers had clasped around the jewel. I carefully tried to locate and undo the clasp, but could not find it in time, before she found the nest empty and asked me to help her down.

 

If only the bloody nest had been full !!

 

I saw She had skipped off ahead of me a bit.

 

So at least she had not noticed or felt my attempt, so I was still at the bat in the wicket.

 

I began to replay what I remembered of the show. I looked over my sister as I did so. Her necklace? No, not in the way he did it.

 

I thoughtfully watched as my sister moved about, her gown fluttering merrily along her figure…hair flying out behind her

 

My sisters longish hair was loosely down, as his third pretty victims silky hair had been… the one with the dangly earrings he had managed to lift…

 

 

Her earrings then ? Hmmm..

 

 

But as I was formulating a plan to nab at least one of my sister’s earrings, she abruptly stopped. And letting out a small squeal and stooped over to pick something up from the path.

 

Damn, I was not paying attention and had allowed her to get far enough ahead that such an obvious opportunity was lost.

 

It would have been perfect, for there was no way to suggest having her bend down without arousing suspicion. But If I had been closer when she had innocently done it on her own, well who knows what mischief a little thing like falling over into her would have resulted into ?

 

 

She rose, and brought over to me a colourful stone that shimmered in her gloved palm much like her jewels. I held her glove hand up, looking at it, my eyes also watching the bracelet just dangling there for the taking.

 

 

I picked up the the stone from her hand, and let it slip out, allowing it to fall to the ground. “Clumsy” she scolded, and as she bent down to retrieve it, my fingers raced up to her bracelet. But she pulled her hand from mine as she retrieved the stone, and that opportunity slipped through my fingers also, as I lost hold of her bracelet before working the clasp.

 

 

She moved off, looking at the sparkling stone. I followed close, ready and watching for some new opportunity, observing her longish hair falling down along the back of her gown. I watched its silky mass as my mind wandered back to the circumstances I needed in order to create the opportunity for me to nick her cascading jeweled earrings.

 

In the show on the telly he had…

 

 

But before I could finish that thought, we Suddenly found ourselves in by a small narrow clearing, and my sister looking down the hill, saw the playground a distance off through the woods.

 

My sister grasped my arm, there it is, let’s go over she chirped! As my objectives, her earrings, swinging along from her earlobes, were dancing in and out of her hair as she pleaded.

 

I held my thoughts in check. Maybe the playground would offer up some nice easy possibilities?!

 

Even though the path did not go that way, we soon spied a well-used route, not stoned over like the one we were currently following, but unmistakable a short cut through to the playground.

 

I pointed it out and we happily took the path, heading off to the playground and all its assorted attractions.

 

We reached it in short time.

 

But It really was nothing much, just a few swing sets, totter, and a spinner. On the opposite side, probably some 120 meters, was a fenced area with signs warning of electric hazard.

 

My sister made for the swing and, pulling back her gown, slipped on one, facing the woods, her back to the rest of the playground.

 

She kicked off her tight heels, laughing. I sat on the swing beside her and we both just kicked back and forth a little, chatting away. I watched as her necklace bounced up and down upon her sleek chest as she swung. A thought struck me on a method to lift away her necklace.

 

I got up and began to push her, my hands upon her back. I couldn’t see the necklace from this position, her hair was covering it.

 

But I reached up each time she sung back and eventually had my hands upon her shoulder.

 

She leaned back giggling, her head bouncing against my chest, my objective sparkling within reach as it dripped down from her throat…and so were her earrings ! All so close and yet so far. My fingers itching to make a try, at something but I didn’t want to muck it up and be caught out on my first attempt either !

 

I repositioned my hands to the small of her back.

 

I found that my fingers travelled with effortless ease up along the backside of the slick material of her fancy bridesmaid’s gown.

 

But my attempt fell short of its objective, my fingers getting lost in her hair that lay splayed across the back of her pretty gown.

 

I kept pushing her on the swing, my mind going miles a minute. Maybe be a different approach was needed The spinner? Or maybe a game, like say blind man’s bluff?

 

My mind pounced on that, liking the thought, and I just happened to have a handkerchief in my pocket!

 

 

I stole a look around to see if ……

 

 

It was as I did so that I saw them.

 

 

Two boys and a girl, a few years older than us, leaning against two bikes, smoking right under that sign which clearly, strictly forbade smoking in the area.. There were definitely dressed as punks, spiky hair, chains, ripped jeans, the lot.

 

And certainly had been watching us with quite some interest.

 

 

At that point my sister’s swing hit against me, and I was moved back by the force. I kept my balance, as I saw that my twin had turned to see what had happened. She saw the group of three, and they saw her fully for the first time, in all her fancy dress, with the pretty rhinestones just sparkling away.

 

 

I had a dark inkling that we probably should not linger here any longer. I said so much to my sister.

 

 

Shoes she said, and I collected hers and quickly placed them back on her feet. I was watching past her and could see that the three had now formed a huddle.

 

 

I helped my sister up from the swing, and she straightened her gown, bending down, her necklace dangling temptingly loose.

 

 

It would just figure that I now had a perfect opportunity at that point, her hair had fallen forward exposing the necklaces clasp. But to say that the situation was less than ideal, would be an understatement.

 

So I took her arm and quickly led her off. Looking back I saw that one of the boys, his cig dangling from his lip, had moved towards us a bit, stopping and was watching as we left. Needless to say I felt a bit uneasy as we made our hasty retreat..

 

We gained the safety of the woods, and soon disappeared into the tree line, scurrying back up along the wooded path.

 

We finally reached back to the stony path of the passion statues, and felt a bit securer with each step we took, eventually starting to meander about, playing down all thoughts of the incident on the playground.

 

Actually we both started to feel a bit embarrassed by the whole thing, acting like a couple of fraidy cats!

 

Soon I found that my mind, regretting the lost opportunity at the play ground , was again working on my intriguing bits of my challenge.

 

All the while, I stole quick glances at my sister waltzing about.

I just could not get enough of her show!

 

The long shiny gown fluttering about with each step, as her jewels flashed with what I found to be a now more than just taunting show.

 

But there had been something about the way those punks had snapped to attention, when me twin sister had turned towards them.

 

I remember it was concerning a thought I myself had had after the American telly show was over..

 

The thief in the tv show had only taken a few of the copious diamonds the ladies had been wearing. I guess that I figured if he was luring them off, why didn’t he just take all of their jewels !?

 

It wasn’t like he was going to be caught and thrown into a jail was he now, stranded alone with them on the island ?

 

I looked at my sister wandering about, her gown moving fluidly hither and tither as she looked here and there. Those quite mesmerizing jewels keeping in flashy rhythm as she so innocently explored..

 

What if….?

What if indeed !

 

I slowed down, letting my sister get to wondering a bit ahead, pretending in my mind of being someone with a devious intent on the ( in my mind, real) jewels that were dangling and sparkling along this fetching lass clad in a shiny gown that swished and swirled about her figure in a rather enchanting fashion.

 

Much like the gowns and jewels those 3 stranded lasses on that island had been doing!

 

I stopped by one of the large white Stations of the cross and pondered it over..

 

My sister soon took a turn ahead of me on the path, disappearing around a corner.

 

There was a bench across the path facing the statue. Behind the bench was the large trunk of a rather ancient tree. I slipped in behind the trunk to hide .

 

Spying a short knobby stick at my feet I picked it up…may come in handy I thought a bit wickedly as I prepared to play at being Robin Hood!

 

Soon I heard her call my name, then silence, except for the swishing of her long gown as she quickly came back down the path. From a hole in a large bush, I could see was looking side to side, her jewels sparkling nicely, like those the poor lasses jewels had been wearing before their loss.. a loss of jewels Like this one was about to encounter!

 

I waited for her to innocently pass me by, as I lurked back from her sight in the shadows of my tree.

 

She suddenly stopped, catching a stone in one of her heels.

 

She limped over to the bench and stooping over pulled off the offending heel and shook it.

 

I dropped the knobby stick, smelling a new opportunity that was ripe for the picking..

 

I slipped out ,quiet as a church mouse, and snuck up behind her on the heels of my feet.

 

Reaching my intended victim without any notice, I held my hands over her eyes.

 

She immediately straightened up, I could feel her figure freezing rigid.

 

I could also feel her long earrings under my palms as I still held managed to hold my fingers over her eyes.

 

I bent over and said in her ear, ” guess who lass?” as I eyed up close several of my objectives just dangling there with no care in the world.

 

After I spoke, I started pulling my hands from her eyes, and lifted back her hair with my thumbs, while resting my fingers gently upon her earlobes. Both of her earrings dangling coolly from out underneath..!

 

Meanwhile She had breathed a sigh of relief at hearing my voice while placing her gloved hand upon her beating heart.

 

“Not funny” she scolded, looking forward. I was watching her ring and bracelet do their sparkling dance from her finger and wrist respectively.

 

As I positioned my fingers to slowly pull down the long earrings from her earlobes, I started to ask what had happened, hoping she would look down at her feet as I finished my attempt to slip away her eye-catching earrings.

 

 

But, before I could start my sentence, that quick, opportunity once again slithered away from my grasp !

 

For we both simultaneously heard it at the same time…

 

The slow squealing sound of tyres from a bicycle being walked, coming up to us some short distance behind us on the path, from the direction of the playground!

 

My sister turned her head, her earrings slipped from my fingertips, as my hands lost their grip and fell down upon her shoulders.

 

Bollocks I said under my breath, as yet another opportunity to steal away a piece of my sister’s jewelry was lost. This one just whisked from my grasp would have been the easiest yet!

 

“What’s that ?” she said, innocently turning her face up to look at me, earrings and necklace again shooting off their taunting sparks.

 

And I now had grown cold with the realization that I may not be the only one my sister’s jewels had been taunting !!

 

I put a finger to her lips and told her, quick, behind the statues!

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I realized what the sound of the tyres meant, and they were gaining.

 

I helped my sister up and we both crossed the stone path, darting behind the cross station statue group.

 

As we skulked down behind it my sister again asked what I thought it was?

 

“Sush and, don’t move!” I told her, pulling her silky clad figure close to mine, feeling our hearts beating rapidly…

 

Soon we heard voices above the sound of the bikes tyres. There were only the two of them, two of the group of three who had been giving my sister the once over at the playground.

 

One ripped jean jacketed Boy and the spiky haired female. They were walking beside a bike, the boy still had a cig dangling from a crooked, sneering lip. I wondered what had become off the other boy?

 

The squealing of wheels got closer and closer and we watched through the thicket behind the statue group depicting Jesus falling for the first time, as slowly they walked the bikes past us, looking straight ahead on the path before them.

We quite clearly could hear them now.

 

He : “She came this way!”

She: “Think they were real…?”

He: “Naw, not on a kid like that, fake, but still the bunch might be worth a few bob… enough for cigs, maybe… plus whats in her shiny purse and the lads tie clasp, probably has a wallet, or some coins at the least!”

“Them rich kids always do have sometin, and they usually give no problem handing them over nicely, do they now? “ He said wickedly…

She: Giggling at some memory..

 

I heard my sister gasp and pulling her even closer, clamping my hand over her mouth

 

They had passed.

 

I heard the girl saying something, but it was broken up. The words, “that little darlings” followed by a mumbled sentence with a word that sounded like “peel”, and then clearly the words “shiny dress ..” , before they had rounded the corner and the rest of her words were lost to us.

 

We waited a good while, then stole along the path. As my sister walked on directly ahead, I was watching and listening , all too well aware of the reality of being ambushed and mugged by the pair…

 

An unsettling image flashed in my head, close to home, because it had been my idea also…

 

In my mind, the bike was now laying abandoned on the ground.

 

The rude spiky haired punk girl was heartlessly staring at my sister, whilst caressing with grubby hands, the soft gown my twin was now limply wearing along her figure.

 

As the punk lad, cig still hanging from a curled lip, was methodically searching said figure; locating and pulling off all the jewels my forlorn sister had been wearing, shoving his pockets with the shimmering lot as he displayed a rather evil grin.

 

I no sooner shook the thought from my head, then another entered it.

 

Where had that other lad gotten off too?

 

I imagined a pair of rough hands grabbing me and pushing me off the path, then approaching from behind my unsuspecting sister, much like I had intended earlier with the a stick. But in my mind, what the third one was holdin, was no stick!

 

 

Get a grip lad, I thought to myself, as I looked behind us. But the path seemed to be deserted enough.

 

We moved on, my sister wanting to ask a million questions, but I motioned to her to move away silently.

 

We cautiously made our way back along the path, looking and listening all about us.

 

Finally,( it seemed like forever) without further incident, we came out to the edge of the woods and the welcome sight of the parking lot behind the promised sanctuary of the church..

 

I could see up ahead, on the road leading from the parking lot, the pair still walking beside their bike. We watched until they had moved off out of sight. Then we both darted across the lot and got to the exit leading back down to the security of the reception going on below.

 

Once safely inside we caught our breaths, before scampering down the stairs. Both of us headed directly to the loo, shortly meeting up again inside the reception area.

 

People were still dancing and mingling, totally unaware that we had even gone.

 

Even our parents, when we met up with them back at our table, just calmly asked if we were enjoying ourselves. We looked at each other smiling, yes we said in unison as we both plopped down in our seats.

 

 

They then asked what we had been up to in order to amuse ourselves?

 

“Dancing! “ my sister chirped, then rising, she got me up and led me onto the dance floor to avoid further questions.

 

We began our dance, weaving our way in and out of the by now liquored up adults.

 

We mulled over the close shave we had had, and now that the danger had passed, looked upon the occurrence as a bit of a lark. But all thoughts had left of my plots on relieving my sister of her jewels. I felt that it would just would be bad cricket.

 

It was a slow dance and we mimicked what the other couples were doing, still awkwardly since we had not really had much experience at it. But it was enjoyable all the same.

 

I know she is just my sister, but as I was aware then of a certain inkling, one that I really grew to appreciate later on with my wife, there is nothing like the experience of holding a warm body in close dance, especially one that is clad in a shiny gown and even shinier jewels!

 

The music ended all too soon and we left the floor.

 

My sister stopped me, Well little brother she said ( she is older by a few minutes and never lets me forget), thank you for saving me, and she gave me quite an enveloping hug.

 

I told her it was nothing.. and she smiled sweetly up at me before we continued our way back.

 

As we walked I reached down to straighten my tie that I had felt flapping about. It was then I realized my clasp was gone.

 

I looked at my sister, walking on ahead… The little snit had taken it when she had been giving me a hug, pretending to be sincere!

 

Game on “older” sister I thought…

 

My sister slid on her chair at the table, smugly looking all the world like a jeweled cat that had caught the canary. Said jewels, , especially her necklace, still were dancing about with sparkles under the lights, like they too were mocking me..

 

Well missy I thought, lets try another dance then!

 

And with my mind I envisioned back to the time I had been successful at slipping off another of her necklaces while we had danced a couple of years back.

 

But I never got the opportunity, for the band was taking a break, and shortly our parents reappeared to collect us.

 

We got our coats from the check in, and prepared to leave…

 

And so it twas, that the evening ended late, and as I helped my sister on with her black velvet jacket. All opportunity seemed lost, at least till next time.

 

We went back up the stairs we had snuck out on earlier, and regained our car in the now dark parking lot.

 

We settled in the back of the car for the long trog home.

 

Soon she was fast asleep, lulled by the cars engine.

Again I smelled ripe opportunity !

 

I looked down at my passed-out sister, so peacefully dreaming away. I placed my arm around her shoulder, she did not budge. Her jewels were mostly hidden by her fastened velvet jacket.

 

I looked ahead at my parents, but they were not looking back, probably figuring we both were asleep.

 

Like a curious thief, I reached down and with upmost care, unfastened the three buttons that hide the treasures from view. After I had undid the last, I pulled her jacket open a bit then settled back and out of the corner of my eye, admired my handiwork !

 

Her now exposed sleekly soft lavender gown looked like it was pouring out along her figure from underneath the stark black velvet jacket. Her splendid collection of jewels were easy to find, as they occasionally sparkled as headlights from passing cars caught them up in their light.

 

Her necklace still holding a glittery court as it dropped freely from down around her throat.

 

So very pretty as it lay there shimmering, and so vulnerably within reach !

 

My fingers soon began their familiar tingling, my thoughts were racing...

 

What would that thief on the show had done?

 

There had been no cars on that show, they were on a deserted island after all.

 

I shook my head clear and settled back… then opened my eyes wide..

 

The most wicked, tantalizingly vexing, of thoughts washed over me with a delicious tingle.

 

But he had robbed them as they slept!

 

Plus my twerp of a sister did still have my tie clip, didn’t she now?!

 

 

I cautiously reached over and then around my twin’s slumbering form, moving my hand down along her side.

 

My fingers went inside her jacket, glided along her gown till I reached her glittery purse on the seat next to her. I managed to snap open the purses’ clasp, finding and lifting out my purloined gold plated tie clasp.

 

Putting it in my pocket, I looked the situation most carefully over, both my victims position, as well as the placement of her quite glimmering jewels.

 

Slowly, ever so slowly, I began to locate and move her jewels about, to see if my victim would stir. She did not! I could now feel the hooked clasp of her necklace.

 

I lifted up the chain, easily unhooked her necklace, and pulled it ever so carefully from around her throat, stealing glances at the rearview mirror, but our parents still were not paying us in the back any heed.

 

I finished sliding the necklace around, pulling it away. letting it dangle as a set of headlights from a passing car bathed it in sparkling array, then, reaching around my slumbering victims soft figure, deposited it inside the purse.

 

It was the best piece she was wearing of all her jewelry, and so naturally would be the first to be taken by any thief worth his salt under similar circumstances !

 

I reached back down, my fingers feeling along her still gloved arm till I reached her wrist. Then carefully placing a finger under it, lifted the bracelet before finding and then working open its’ clasp. Off it came easily, sliding snakelike from around her wrist. I reached over her again, and it soon landed on top of its mate in her purse .

 

She stirred a bit, and I reached my arm around my victim’s soft waist, pulled her a bit closer, and she soon settled in back to sleep.

 

Then I worked on her earrings next. Reaching in her hair, locating, then most cautiously started slipping off, each of her clasped earrings in turn. The twin buggers would not elude me this time!

 

It wasn’t easy, and took some tricky effort, but I managed it, and in careful turn, slowly, with most upmost care, caressed smoothly each long diamonded earring off her ears in turn. My victim felt nothing, did not stir again from her probably most pleasant dreams.

 

The purloined earrings also joined their glistening fellows on top of the growing pile inside her purse

 

Finally I found and worked off her ring from a gloved finger, greatly aided by the smoothness of said satin glove.

 

As I finished, I deposited the ring, clasped my sister’s purse shut, a job well done.

 

 

Feeling rather like an actual thief at that point, I finished the job by slipping the small purse, now weighty with gems, into my pocket.

 

I knew what just I was going to do next….

 

Last Autumn my twin had lifted my wallet while pretending to stand behind me fixing my collar to tuck in my tie. I had not caught on at the time, and when I did, she had had time to hide it. In order to get it back, she ransomed it by making me do a full weeks’ worth of her chores.

 

Well my sweet, conniving sister, what goes around, comes around !

 

All I had to do was keep her from noticing her jewels had been lifted.

 

While I dwelt over this thought I eyed over my victim admiring my handy work.

 

My sister turned a bit, mumbling a little.

 

She had stretched out and moved away a little, I had just finished relieving her of her jewels just in time!

 

But as I looked her over, I realized that I had missed a trick! With the next passing car, I saw her now exposed brooch glisteningly betraying its position!

 

I moved over, leaning, reached down and in, once again my fingers glided along her smooth gown, until I reached her satin sash. Using the sash as a path, I travelled along it till I reached the glittering holdout!

 

I lifted the jewel, and this time my fingers easily found its’ clasp. Working blind, I thought I had unpinned it, and began pulling the dangly brooch from her sash.

 

But It was still attached, and as I pulled up, my sister again stirred, waking up, mumbling.

 

She moved over away from me to the door, rubbing her eyes, still not quite awake.

 

I just casually started chatting my victim up.

 

My foremost intention was in keeping her attention diverted from discovering her missing jewels and purse till after we got home and I had had time to hide it!

 

She managed to say a few words, but the time between those words got long and longer, till she fell back to sleep, lulled in again by the motion of our car.

 

Forced to be satisfied with what I had, and still happy with the revenge that would soon be mine, I now comfortably settled back into my seat.

 

 

I looked over my sister’s now almost jewel less ( damn the brooch) , blissfully sleeping figure, and soon drifted off to join her in happy dreams of my own!!

 

 

I woke from deep sleep as we arrived back at our house after the 90 minute ride back from the county.

 

My parents got out and tasked me with waking my still sleeping sister , ( not always a pleasant task by any means, even to this day I bear the scars(smiles)), and then pushing her up to bed.

 

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We live in a split level. An attached garage was converted by a former owner into a master bedroom. This is where my parents would be heading. The other end, with its staircase leading upstairs was where I had to drag my sister. The three bedrooms and bath upstairs were our domain. Each of us having our own bedroom, and the third room was employed as a playroom/sewing room.

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I began to shake her awake, which, true to form, she rather grumpily tried to fight off.

 

Finally I just went to the other side and began to pull her out. She slowly, most painstakingly woke herself up and was able to manage finishing getting out on her own.

 

Leaning against me, still half awake, I helped her up the walk and led her inside the house. All the while snickering that she had no clue that her purse and other valuables were gone, hidden in my pocket, right under her very eyes!

 

At some point my sister had rebuttoned her velvet jacket, which helped my deception play out immensely.

 

Especially since once me dad had helped mum off with her faux mink jacket, she had come over and given us each a kiss goodnight. Her necklace, the twin to my sisters , still was glittering around her throat.

 

If either parental unit had noticed the my sisters missing jewels, I would have had some fast explaining how they came in my passion, and would have lost any hint of revenge. And it was my week to mow the bloody lawn !

 

 

Now feeling rather cocky as both parents left us alone, I went over to gallantly helped Sis, who had unbuttoned her velvet jacket, slip off it off , and hung it up for her.

 

She turned towards me on the first step thanking me. I accepted, secretly looking over her pretty gowned figure that I had so deviously stripped bare of its pretty ornaments, except of course that cursed taunting brooch, which was still freely dangling about at the sashed waistline of my sister’s gown!!

 

Turning off the downstairs lights, I followed my sister’s swishing progress ahead of me up the stairs.

 

I saw the unwary victim of my thievery to her room, across from mine, seeing her inside, as I closed the door behind her.

 

I went to my room, closed my own door and breathed a sigh of relief.

 

Perfect I thought, saying under my breath, Game set and Match!

 

Figuring she should come knocking anytime now once she discovered her missing jewels as she was undressing, I laid out on my bed, still in my suit , and waited with eager anticipation till she did.

 

My thoughts went to a week without assorted chores, including mowing any lawns. Starting with tomorrow. No wait, tomorrow was Sunday. We were on our own , sis and I after morning Church. Our parents were leaving for the big city, shopping, a movie than dinner out to celebrate an early anniversary,, coming back in at around ten that evening.

 

My eyes opened, a deviously delicious thought had come creeping into my mind.

 

Give my twin a choice, my week’s chores, or spend Sunday after the parents leave playing the damsel to my thief!

 

We had played similar games before, my sister being a huge fan of robbing hood as she called Robin Hood, as well as our take on cops n Robbers, and something she came up with called “Help me Honey!” A game where I would have dual roles; she would direct me into placing her in peril, then have me come as a hero to rescue the damsel from the peril she had me put her in!

 

She could wear the same gown, her jewels, and her black velvet jacket with it if we went outside to the woods. Or better yet, mums mink would still be here ( Sis was always trying it on) !

 

 

I mulled over this for some time, while waiting for the expected knock to come….

 

I must have fallen asleep, for I was awakened when the timid knock was finally made at my door.

 

It was 2:35 in the bloody morning!

 

I rolled out of bed and opened my door.

 

She was standing there ,rubbing her eyes and yawning. I could see her opened door across the hall, light spilling out.

 

She was also still clad in her elegant gown, looking like a half awakened princess .

 

And there it was, her twinkling brooch. It still dangled from its position on the sash at her waist. Its’ frenzied sparkles appeared to be mocking my failure at taking it along with the rest of its’ mates!

 

She hadn’t even made it past the bed in her room before falling unconscious upon it fully clothed !!

 

What’s up I asked, a bit grumpily, for I had all but forgotten what mischief I had been at.

 

“My jewels ?” she said miserably, “Their missing!”

 

“Are you sure?” I asked

 

That made her think a few seconds before answering, her still gloved hand feeling a diamond necklace and earrings that definitely were no longer sparkling there like they had been earlier .

 

“Yes I am sure they are gone !” she said rather miserably.

 

 

“You took them off twit, probably still on your dresser. Now go to back to bed ! “ I answered paternally , just wanting to do the same myself.

 

“No,” she said, forlornly shaking her head, “I went right to bed without taking anything off atoll, didn’t I, and she spread out her luxurious gown.

 

“ I’ve looked everywhere!” She pleaded.

 

“Was your window opened?” I asked, finally awake enough to tease.

 

“Yes, I always do, why?” she questioned.

 

“You fell asleep steal wearing your jewels!” I pointed out…

 

“Maybe a burglar broke in and took them off you as you slept?” I stated, as I reached over and pointed at the place her necklace had been dangling upon.” Looks like he picked you over clean now !”

 

“No” she said, again shaking her head, “there was no burglar, and besides no thief could do something like that, I would’ve been woken up !”

 

“I don’t know” I answered thoughtful, “Someone obviously got the whole lot off you, without you noticing !”

 

She shivered, “No there was no thief!” she still insisted…

 

“Lets go and see” I said, and had her turn, followed her swishy gown clad figure back to her room.

 

I asked if she had checked around the bed, she nodded yes. Check again I commanded and she obediently began looking.

 

As she did I went over to her opened window, and swiftly slipped her purse, still holding her jewels, from my jacket pocket and placed it out on the ledge. Rather forgetting my old plans, as a deviously new one developed, to make her believe a burglar had been in her room.

 

Sounds rather mean I know, but I was not fully awake enough to really reason out that aspect!

 

“You ninny I said, here is your purse ! “ She swished over to my side, and I pointed down.

 

She reached down and retrieved it, feeling its new heft, she opened it, revealing her sparkling jewels.

 

She than just stared up at me, disbelief in her sad puppy like eyes.

 

“Here now ,” I said, “let me show you, Go lay back on your bed” I instructed !

 

She submissively did so, slipping back up and looking at me blinking from her pillow.

 

She looked all the world like a sad forlorn young princess , like she did when I played her game with her.

 

I turned out her lights, laid the purse down beside her, then went to the opened window.

 

A stream of light from the moon lit up her bed, I could see her clearly as she lay there.

 

“This is what probably happened Sis…”

 

 

“The burglar came in through this window” I mimicked it..

 

“ He saw you there asleep , and came over for a closer peek.”

 

I moved in, and saw her shiver as I approached, her whole begowned figure moving as she inched up away from my menacing dark shadowy figure…..

“He saw you were wearing jewels, and decided that he certainly must have them for himself.” ,

 

My sister had shrunk back as I approached.

 

“He reached along, and began to..

 

My fingers had glided up along her quivering figure till I had reached her waist, where I then lifted up her brooch.

 

“He than steals your…”

 

She cut me off… “There was no thief! “she insisted her eyes wide, but I could see the beginning of doubt creeping in her voice.”

 

“That cannot happen, burglars cannot take jewels like that , not with out waking a person up!” she tried to argue, herself half believing it may have happened like that!..

 

 

Ignoring her protests, , I picked up the purse from where I dropped it, went back to the window.

 

 

“You must have startled him and he dropped the goods as he was leaving, and an ran off!”

 

She had turned white as a ghost, trying to disbelieve in my words.

 

“No, it didn’t happen, couldn’t !” she vainly still trying on insisting my scenarios away.

 

“Tell you what lets try an experiment “ . I suggested as I turned back on the lights.

 

I laid the opened purse down beside her, jewels inside dimly glimmering .

 

“Put your jewels back on then, go to back bed, and in a couple of hours once you are back asleep I will come in and ….Li”

 

“No” she said, cutting me off… “I still don’t….” then she stopped talking as she saw the smirk on my face

 

“Your right!” I said assuring her qualms ,”There was no thief. It was me, I took em and put them there.”

 

“You took them, you turd “she scolded, WHEN..HOW?” she directly appealed in a rather fetchingly imploring way…as she raised her arms up to me to help her up.

 

“Every thief has their secrets luv” I said, as she slipped off from the bed and stood looking up at me, then let out a rather wide Yawn..

 

I was looking her still begowned figure over, her brooch the only jewel left, still putting on a rather dazzling show as she finished her relaxing yawn, I realized just how long a day it’d been, and just how tired we both were.

 

It had, actually been a quite long event filled day!

 

“Maybe I’ll tell in the morning, its late, lets get you off to bed !” I said, and she leaned happily up against me, I wrapped my arms around her warm, slippery figure.

 

“Good night Sis “ I said and kissed her on the forehead, then started to leave.

 

“Good night Baby brother” , she said smirking, as she reached back behind her with gloved hands fumbling to undo the tied bow of her gowns’ sash…

 

“Here,” I said, “please allow me.”

 

 

I went up behind her, as she turned to allow me access to the satin bow tied at the back of her svelte waiste.

 

She giggled as I pulled her bow, making her move back closer to me, as I worked on loosening the satin bows knot.

 

“I am so glad you have reformed Mr thief, I can feel safe wearing my jewels around you !” she said with another giggle, as I pulled the bow apart,

letting the loose ends dangle freely down.

 

“Indeed, so you can! “ I said assuringly, my hands wrapping around her waist to give her a hug.

“And I owe it all to you!” I said into her ear.

 

“There now ” I said as released her with a gentle push moving her towards the dresser. “to bed with you”

 

“Good night sir” she said facing away, bending over to open a drawer.

 

I back up alongside her bed, stopping to watch her a minute as she fumbled around in the open drawer.

 

“Good night “ I echoed, watched as she turned to face me with a swish. Holding a silky nightdress in a gloved hand.

 

She just smiled at me as I left, closing her door behind me.

 

I stood with my back to her closed door, grinning…

 

I opened my left hand, looking down with satisfaction at the sparkling brooch I had easily lifted from her pretty gown while hugging her after untying her bow.

 

So much for reformation!

 

I then pulled her unclasped purse , boldly reclaimed from its perch on her bed, from my jacket pocket and slipped the newly acquired brooch inside to join the rest of her purloined jewels…

 

I congratulated myself, my mind already traveling to tomorrow, Sunday, and the stealing prospects it promised to bring.

 

I began to walk away from her door, stopping suddenly I turned and looked back.

 

I whispered out to the closed door…

Addressing my unseen sister on the other side, who would have finally removed by now her quite pretty lavender brides maids gown and exchanged it with her sleeping attire..

 

“ Lessons Learned Luv!” I whispered with devious intent, taking on my character for tomorrow .

 

“ Never trust a thief , and don’t ever turn your pretty back to one!”

 

 

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Gilligan’s Island,

Season 3

The Kidnapper with Don Rickles

 

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