Mrs. Jenny Li watched the last of her high-school class rush out the door to start summer vacation. Twelve years teaching and it was always the same; the kids couldn't wait to get out of school.
She, too, couldn't wait this year; her friend, Carol Edwards, had given Jenny the keys to her cottage because she and her husband, Mark, were going to Europe for a few weeks. Jenny planned to stay there for two weeks while her husband was away on a business trip in Hong Kong. Carol had firmly warned her not to have anything to do with the locals. She said they were degenerates. Well, Jenny intended to spend the whole two weeks alone at the cottage; there was no reason to go into that little town anyway.
By morning she was off to enjoy her two weeks of peace and quiet, away from the stress and tension of teaching.
Jenny Li, age 36, second-generation Chinese-American drove her red Honda up the mountain road enjoying the bright, hot sunshine. She reached the remote cottage just after 1pm. It was the only cottage on the beautiful but small, lake. She would have complete peace.
Jenny parked her car at the back of the cottage, stepped out, unlocked the cottage door and entered. The cottage had a single bedroom, a small kitchen (oddly, the fridge was crammed with beer!) and a bathroom with a hot tub. The living area had a sofa and an armchair in front of the fireplace. Several plants hung from thick hooks in the ceiling. The hooks were so big they could probably hold a person!
The weather being so hot, Jenny tied her hair in two traditional braided pigtails to let her neck cool off. Then she changed into her new white bikini which tied with simple strings at the sides of the bottoms and at the back of the top.
She paused to admire her slender, trim 4'6" body in the bedroom mirror. Her 32C bust just barely filled out the bikini top but still looked good on her short body. Jenny's round bum filled out the bottom nicely; indeed, the thin material displayed her butt cheeks very well. Over top she wore a cute red & white checkered sundress with straps over the shoulders. The pattern almost looked like an old-fashioned table cloth.
Setting a lounge chair under a large shady elm she put her sunglasses on, tilted her wide-brimmed straw hat over her eyes and took a nap.
About the same time Jenny Li arrived at the cottage, Jack and his 4 buddies drove up the road "on maneuvers" for the week. He had borrowed Mark Edward's cottage because Mark and his wife Carol were going to Europe for a few weeks.
Two days ago Jack had driven to the cottage and stocked the fridge with several cases of beer.
It was a perfect place to practice their militia training; the remote location meant no pesky federal agents poking about. Jack's white supremacist group had been meeting for several years. Always they practiced and planned how they would protect the country from the constant flood of foreign immigrants. Sometimes they went looking for someone to harass. They got a big charge out of frightening foreigners which was why the law kept checking on them.
They parked in a clearing two miles from the cottage (their "headquarters") and hiked in with their guns and heavy backpacks for realism. Joking about finding "spies" in the wilderness, they approached the cottage as if it harbored foreign agents. They studied it through high-powered field glasses.
Jack spotted the red Honda parked behind the cottage. A foreign car! Somebody was in their headquarters!
They crept noiselessly up to the porch door, eased it open and quietly entered watching for the intruder. No one inside!
Joe and Luke came across a suitcase in the bedroom. It was full of women's clothes!
Mike discovered a black purse on the kitchen counter. He emptied it on the table to find out who was here. Slipping the $300 cash in his pocket he called the other guys over to show them the drivers' license.
Mike remarked, "It says her name is Jenny Li and, look, the photo is some Chinese chick."
"What the hell's a Chinese bitch doing in Mark and Carol's cabin?" Jack in a menacing tone.
"How come she ain't got no money in her purse?" asked Joe.
"Probably just uses plastic," answered Mike quickly pushing the money further down his pocket.
"Ain't no way I'm goin' to allow no Chinese spy in our headquarters! Where the hell you suppose she's hiding?" Luke was getting angry.
"Let's fan out and check the perimeter," Jack suggested while reaching for a can of Coors from the fridge.
Chugging a can of beer each, they headed out to scout around for the spy, one hand holding a weapon, the other clutching a second can of beer.
Luke spotted the intruder first. The spy had the audacity to relax under the old elm with a straw hat over her eyes! He signaled to the others and they fanned out, quietly approaching the spy from all sides. Quiet, that is, until Mike belched.
Jenny jumped at the sound, her hat falling to the ground. A man with a gun was in front of her! Another to the side. Oh my God!! She was surrounded by armed, vicious looking men!!
"Who are you?!" she gasped.
"Don't move you Chink spy. Or, or I'll shoot you where you stand." Luke threatened.
