Alfred felt lazy as all hell. He had slept all morning pretty much since Gerald had kissed him goodbye and left for work. But he also knew he needed the rest.
He felt especially relaxed as he rolled over in his and Gerald's bed until he opened his eyes.
The sight that greeted him was that of Pamela Perkins pointing a gun directly at his head. And behind her sitting cross legged on the thick wall to wall carpet was Flower Dennis cradling a rag doll and singing to it delicately.
His mouth grew dry and his heart almost stopped beating in his shock.
Pamela smiled cruelly. " I was planning on waiting for the fat one to come back but you'll do. Since you're in his bed you have to be special to him. "
Alfred forced himself to speak although he was frankly very terrified at the moment. " WWWhat do you want? Please don't hurt me or the staff. Take what you want and leave. Please. "
Pamela laughed. " The staff ? You mean the old man with the snootty face and the woman with the face like a lemon? Oh , I tied them up. Or , had Flower do it. She thinks it's a game. Right, Flower? Anyway, I found some interesting guns in here. For a peaceful pacifist Gerald certainly has a number of weapons in the house. " She tsk tsked under her breath in a disapproving way. " I was going to wait for him so I could finish the job. But now that I've found you I have a better plan. Flower, grab the rest of the rope we found in the garden shed and tie this one up too. Then after our other guests arrive later the real fun can start. "
To Be Continued In The Next Installment of Odds of Love Season Thirteen.
Will Alfred survive?
Will Pamela and Flower be found and returned to the hospital?
What happened to Ethan ?
All will be revealed in Season Thirteen dropping soon.
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ODDS OF LOVE SEASON TWELVE
General FictionThe ongoing soap opera about disabled math genius Spencer Norland - Lane , his doctor husband DuBuis Lane and their family and friends in the Washington DC Metro area.