Secret kisses and twisted minds

Chapter 2

It was midday at the Pines manor. Three very important men sat together in the office of Stanley Pines. Just one half of the deadly duo. The men consisted of Fiddleford H. McGucket , Stanford Pines and his brother Stanley pines. Mr McGucket was a dear friend and trusted ally of the brothers. He was essentially the brains of every operation and always made sure the profits were split evenly. Stanford and Stanley were the muscle. Ruthless and feared by all. They were the ones that would happily tie up loose ends, get the information they need (through the art of persuasion) and pulling off their daring operations. Together the trio were unstoppable. Fiddleford always made sure they would allude the law and have an alibi. They were untouchable. The men were discussing a new operation. The bank was the target. Sure they have hit it many times before and never missed but this time Stan and Ford were thinking about a new recruit that could join them. Fidd didn't like the idea of a new member but he did as they requested after Ford helped persuade him the other night.

Fiddleford and Ford were secretly seeing each other for about a year now. They loved each other but had to keep quiet about it incase the worst would happen. They would rarely get chances to sneakily kiss each other or tell the other how much they loved them. This was very annoying for them both. They loved sharing passionate kisses and hearing "I love you" from the others lips but it was too risky. Therefore they decided they would make water tight plans to see each other to make sure there secret was safe. Though it would sometimes be rare to share intimate times the sneaking around just added a spark to the romance.

Fidd was mapping out their route, what would be the best way to get in and out with little risk of being caught.
"Fidd you want a cigar?" Stan bellowed as he pulled a long cigar from his desk.
"No thank you, I've got my own" he took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it up. He then placed it on the end of a cigarette holder and drew in a long breath of the nicotine flavoured smoke. Fidd knew Ford loved it when he used the cigarette holder, he said it made him look sophisticated and charming.
"Why do you use that thing, just get a cigar and breathe it in. No need for that thing" Stan chuckled as he lit up his cigar.
"You want one Ford?" He asked.
"Of course i do" he held out his hand for a cigar.
"I use my holder, Stan, to maintain a look of class and sophistication" Fidd said as he exhaled a long cloud of grey smoke. His statement was rather ironic because not many people associate anyone from his home state to try and keep a look of grace and class.
"What and I don't look classy?" His loud, rough voice asked as he pointed to himself. His cigar hanging from between his teeth.
"Quite frankly Stan, you don't. You have rough stubble on your chin, your hair is a mess and ash is falling on your shirt" Fidd said sternly whilst he tipped some ash into the cigarette tray. Ford couldn't help but snicker. Stan grew angry but controlled it well.
"What you laughing at, you don't look like a bunch a roses yourself" Stan turned his frustration to his brother. Fidd interrupted them before a scuffle could break out.
"Don't you two have company arriving at the train station in exactly...ten minutes?" Fidd asked looking at his pocket watch.
"OH CRAP!" The brothers exclaimed in unison. They jumped up from their chairs and raced toward the door. Fidd just rolled his eyes and continued to study the map of the bank.

Downstairs the brothers scuffled to get to their car. It was waiting in the garage for them. The red and white car was glistening, newly cleaned. They grabbed the keys from their mechanic and drove like mad men (that they were) to the train station.