Feminine Power-Part 3

Hello! Um...sorry about the long wait. I wasn't exactly sure where I was going with this, and I'm still not too sure. I'll give it a go, I guess. Thank you, again, for my one and only reviewer (for this, at least) Numbuh 484!

Ooooh! Light bulb lights up I just got an idea! Okay, go read!

Dale squinted his eyes, hunching over a large stack of papers, trying to read his own small scribble of writing. The soft light wasn't helping him at all, so reaching up, he switched his light to a harsher glare, then glanced back at his paper. He sighed in frustration, then crumpled up the sheet. Late at night, he didn't get his best ideas.

He shuffled through the top papers, most of which were covered with doodles of cigarettes, beer, cockroaches, and sad attempts at drawing Nancy. Looking further back in his notebook, he found one that seemed sensible. Taking a thumbtack, he pressed it into the soft but firm cork of his bulletin board. It was covered with pictures of stick figures getting splattered, run over, embarrassed, and killed. None of his ideas so far, though, were good enough to try on Joy.

The one he had just put up had her being shot with every single gun the Gun Club owned. He wasn't happy with any of the ideas yet. They either seemed impossible, unlikely, or just plain stupid. This idea was unlikely, because all of the men adored her.

He sighed, and leaned back in his chair. He needed something that he could set up alone, that could be done quickly, and could not be traced back to him. A light bulb flicked on above his head, though it was rusted from lack of thoughts. His mouth cracked into an evil grin.

Peggy watched as Joy came shuffling into the Arlen's Boggle League. Mary, the vice president, met her at the door. Peggy was only president because no one could beat her.

"Oh, a new member! Come in, come in! Have you played before? We were about to play a round, care to join?" Mary rambled, as she drew a chair for Joy. Joy nodded, smiling. She glanced over the people assembled at a large table in the middle of the room. When she caught sight of Peggy, she waved ecstatically. Peggy averted her eyes down to the blue plastic Boggle game on the table. She couldn't play against Joy, or else the group would see she wasn't the best. Peggy never came in second.

Joy sat across from Peggy, and accepted a pencil and pad of paper from Mary. Peggy leaned forward, and whispered over to Joy. "Why aren't you at the Gun Club? Don't they have a big meeting today?"

"Yes, but it's not till later." Joy whispered back. The talking stopped once the referee started the large timer, and it was time to start the game.

Peggy bit her bottom lip, as sweat poured down her shirt. She had to pick the hottest day of the year to wear her green turtleneck sweater. She locked eyes with Joy from across the table, and something almost evil glared back at her. Joy struggled out of her jacket, as she tried to keep her eyes locked with her opponent. She got her arms out of the red jacket, revealing her in a tight white t-shirt, and short blue jeans.

Joy had beat everyone in her path, as did Peggy, and now it was the final round. Everyone was whispering because it seemed there might actually be someone who could beat Peggy.

The referee started the timer. Peggy looked down at the game, but couldn't find any big words. She decided to do what she had done when she had been in the Texas tournament. She would do many little words.

Before she knew it, time was up. She listed off her words, which was about 10 little words. Not the best she ever had, and that's what made Peggy nervous. Joy started saying her words, and Peggy's jaw dropped. She must have had the same plan as Peggy, because she had about 12 little words. Then Peggy started turning red when Joy started listing a few bigger words. The referees were tallying up, and declared Joy was the winner. Peggy sat there furious, fuming, and revengeful.

Joy walked onto the porch, carrying a trophy from the Boggle League. They had given her an old prize Peggy had won for the team a long time ago, as a prize. Dale saw her coming, so he backed up to the back of the front room. Most of the guys were talking among themselves, so they didn't notice.

As she opened the door, a trick wire was triggered, making a bucket full of water tip over from the door sill. Dale had wanted too use frog fiecies, but he hadn't been able to find any frogs or fiecies. He had to settle with soapy hot water, but Nancy had taken all of the soup over to John Redcorn's house. She had said it was part of her treatment. To top off matters, the hot water tap in his house wasn't working. He had had to settle with what he could work with.

He watched as ice cold water tipped over on her head. He pointed at her and started laughing. The laughter died in his throat as he watched. She was drenched like a cat. Her hair was plastered to her head, and she had a pout-y look on her face. But today just had to be the hottest day of the year, and she just had to wear a white shirt, without a bra. Damn.

Aw, poor Dale, and Peggy! She's just ruining their plans! Oh, that felt good to write. I was laughing, because I knew what I was going to do. Remember, that the guys were watching, and they already adore her, and probably are really horny. I'm just saying, that won't make them stop liking her. It would probably make them like her more! Sorry, I think I spelled 'fecies' wrong, but I don't know how to spell it, but hopefully, you knew what I was talking about.