Prologue: "NWMD!" identifies this as a part of the "Not With My Daughter!" series of adventures befalling Marnie, her friends and family. Each stand-alone part derives from the initial story where a man named Larcher under the threat of unleashing his son on Marnie's daughter, Brenda, blackmails and humiliates Marnie. This is a part that would pass the age submission guideline. If you want to read these in the order that I wrote them, feel free to contact me or visit my site. Others to follow. Please enjoy.
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"Welcome home my favorite forty-year-old." Marnie said, greeting Roger at the door with a kiss and a hug. "How was your day?"
"It was a little strange. How was my favorite cheerleader's day?" He said, holding her in his arms around her low back.
"I've got to ask you, Honey, what exactly happened Saturday while I was waiting for you upstairs? I've had a call from everyone, except Barb, telling me what a great time they had, but each of them asked in their own way, 'what happened while they were too drunk or passed out.' It's kind of spooky."
"All I remember is how cool our friends were that night, how daring they can be, and that I had the best time with them that I can ever remember. Why don't you call Barb? Maybe she was not as out of it as the rest of the group."
"I'll do that. I'll do it right now." She said, giving Roger a peck on the cheek.
"Hello, Susan? Hi, it's Marnie, is your mom around?"
"Gosh am I glad you called. My mom has been acting kind of weird lately. I think she needs a good friend right now. I'm walking to her with the phone now. It all started with the party. Here she is. Bye."
"Hello?" Barbara answered.
"Hey Barb, it's me. What's up?"
"Marnie? Oh Marnie, I need to talk to you. Can we go out for a drink or something?"
"Sure Barb, what is it?"
"Marnie, I can't talk now on the phone. Would you go out with me for a little bit?"
"Sure Barb, when would you like?"
"Is now okay?"
"Sure, I suppose so. I'll be right over." Marnie said, and then hung up.
"Honey, I'm going to have to go out with Barb to get the answers. She sounded too freaked out to talk on the phone. See you later." She said, leaned over the seated Roger, and planted a kiss before leaving.
When Marnie drove up to George and Barbara's house, Barbara was sitting on her stoop holding a coat tightly around herself. When she saw Marnie's car, she started jogging to it before she even had it parked.
"Hi Barb."
"Hi Marnie. Thanks. Please drive."
"Where do you want to go?"
"Anywhere people won't recognize us."
"Barb, what's wrong? You're not acting like yourself. Saturday you were telling me about the wonderful changes in your life, and now you're acting like you're a victim of something. Tell me what's going on with you."
"Marnie, what happened Saturday night? I've got to know."
"That's funny, I was going to ask you the same thing. I was upstairs. When I came down, everyone was gone."
"You mean you don't know?" Barbara said fighting back tears. "I've got to find out. I just have to know."
"You're starting to scare me Barb. Tell me what you do know."
"Marnie, I have been in complete control of my life, all my life. You know I don't drink too much. Except when I am asleep, I am conscious of everything, every decision, every action I make. The SEXY Productions thing was fun and exciting, because I made a conscious decision to let it happen and experience new things, but I could have stopped it whenever I wanted to. I appreciated your getting me to the point that I could let go a little and experience a different slice of life."
"None of what you're telling me explains anything about why you are so upset right now."
"Marnie, I can't remember part of the evening. The last thing I remember is wishing Roger 'Happy Birthday'. At the end of the evening, I realized that we had all switched costumes."
"That sounds like it could have been fun."
"It seems like it was fun, but Marnie, by the time I realized we had switched, I was in Mary's 'Jane' costume."
"Yeah, so?"
"Marnie, Mary is a 'B' cup, and I am a 'C' cup. Her suede costume was way too small on top. My breasts were showing out the sides in all directions."
"Barbara, you were pretty much showing it all in the harem costume as it was. You were hot girl."
"You don't get it. The loin covering was just that, no panties, no nothing. Except for a couple of triangular patches, and a chamois along my crotch, I was totally naked in front of our friends."
"Barbara, you basically had a thong itty bitty bikini on under the see-through material of your costume. I don't see how it matters to this degree. I was shocked at how brave you were in the first place."
"Okay, even if I give you that, how did I come to be in Mary's 'Jane' costume, and how did Bob end up in George's sheik's costume, and how did George end up in Will's Hawaiian garb, you see what I mean?"
"You all played a game."
"What game? How did we change? Where did we change? What else might we have done? God Marnie, I can't remember." Barbara said bursting into tears.
"Barb, take it easy. You were my last hope to find out, but I think I just figured who could tell us even better. I've just got to pull over and get to a phone. Don't worry, we'll find out what you all did to have so much fun."
"Thanks Marnie."
They pulled into a diner. Marnie called Dr. Power's office and learned from the answering service that he went out of town and did not know when he would be calling in. Then she called Roger's building to see if security personnel would answer the phone. She asked for Larcher's phone number, but was told that they couldn't give out that kind of information over the phone. The person did agree to have Larcher call them at the pay phone's number, if Larcher could be located.
They waited over coffee by the phone, and worried over anyone that got near it, for fear they would tie it up when Larcher tried to call back. Marnie tried to cheer Barbara up by emphasizing the positives of her recent transformation into more daring, experiencing of life, and tried to keep her mind off of the dark hole from Saturday causing her so much anxiety now. Eventually, the pay phone rang. They knew it was for them and rushed to answer it. Barbara tried anxiously to hear the other side of the conversation, by putting her ear as close as she could to the backside of the phone.
The gist of it was, that Larcher was willing to meet with them, but only if they came to where he was, at an establishment called "Jiggles" five miles away. He said he would meet them inside, because there never was a cover charge for ladies. Besides, he pointed out, it was Ladies' Night, so drinks were only fifty cents for them, and if they made it in by about seven-thirty, they still would be able to fill up on happy hour food until eight.
Jiggles wasn't a place Marnie nor Barbara would have picked to go into if they were on their own. It was brightly lit outside and no windows, so they couldn't get a flavor for the atmosphere inside. A guy in the foyer nonchalantly waved them by as they entered. The first thing they saw was Larcher waiting at the bar for a drink.
"Hi, Ladies. Nice to see you. Let me get this here and we can find a table over there." He was pointing to a table to their right. He put his drink down on the side facing the front and went around to the side facing the back to hold out chairs for the two ladies. Barbara was too anxious to ask him her questions to notice the clientele, but Marnie noticed that it was a shade too redneck for her comfort.
"So what can old Walter do for you ladies?"
"Larcher I told you on the phone why we are here. We need you to tell us what went on Saturday night while I was upstairs." Marnie said coolly.
"Could you please tell us about the costume changing. I'd really appreciate it if you let me know." Barbara asked with her politest demeanor.
"Sure, why not. At one point in the evening, you were given the opportunity to trade for the costume you wished you had worn. There was some negotiating, but it all worked out so everybody got a chance to try on a different one, but then everyone kind of left at the same time without changing back." He explained.
Barbara scrunched up her eyes and face, indicating she either didn't buy it or it was too full of holes for her satisfaction. "Please tell me more about it, like where did we change and things." Barbara asked again.
"Larcher, you know more than you are letting on." Marnie started to challenge, when a scantily clad cocktail waitress interrupted her to take their drink orders. "Oh, a white wine I guess."
"Me too." Barbara added.
"Now, come clean Larcher, what really happened?" Marnie insisted.
"Hey wait a second, you ladies came to me for answers, and you insult me by not believing what I say . . ."
"She really didn't mean anything by it, please go on, we really want to know." Barbara interceded.
"I don't know, you are asking something of me, but you don't offer to do anything in return."
"What could we possibly tell you in return?" Barbara asked.
"I didn't say 'tell me', I said 'do' something in return."
"Larcher, don't go there." Marnie cautioned threateningly.
