***Ok juss so I don't get sued: I don't own all of the characters in this
story, but parts of them, maybe if you put them together, you'd get Mearle,
but I doubt it.***
As I sat in the van, I listened intently to the argument of my queen and
the tyrant. Needless to say my queen won, my employer lost. The queen's
slave was taking us to Mearle. We began discussing the matter at hand.
I was the mediator, since I worked for both of them. They knew I was a
double agent, they had even told me that I was.
Lexy the Tyrant rules the world minus Rhode Island now called the Land of
Guyanaschtick, which was owned by Mandy. Topher is her slave, Nikki is her
high lady, and I am her mistress, spy, and hubby. To Lexy, Nikki is the
ruler of California, and the Duchess of the Black Queen of New America (she
is also on Lexy's side), I am his spy, agent 450, and father.
Back to the matter at hand:
They were hammering out the details of my spymanship. They agreed to share
me, but they were forced to make a new schedule. The doing of that would
make all owners of me come together and (dun dun DUN!! Dramatic Reverb)
The meeting was held in the great MSNM room. Lexy and Mandy were arguing as
they always do, and Mandy winning, as she always does. Nikki was staring
into space thinking *deep* thoughts. The Great Manda and I were ignoring
each other yet having a conversation on the fact that we are separated
because of the night at the bowling alley where.sorry got off track.
Everyone had their own schedule worked out, but one really almost worked
except the fact that Lexy only got one day, but he's Alex, what more can
I say? The new schedule went: Manda-Monday/Tuesday, Mandy-
Wednesday/Thursday, Nikki-Friday/Saturday, and Alex-Sunday.
P.S. If you need additional help, go to chapter eight.
--Your Humble Narrator.