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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
BIKINI BRIGADE
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Chapter Nineteen
We had managed to sneak inside the Citadel. We were in the
throne room, near the throne, but it sat empty. No one was in the
room. Pauline and I stood along one of the side walls. We were
standing in front of a hole in the wall. It was shaped like a portal.
It was made of red and white-striped peppermint.
“It’s the Peppermint Portal,” Pauline whispered to me. I took
her hand. Together, both of curious, we stepped into it. I felt like I
was stepping into an elevator for, within, it was cubicle shaped, with a
panel on the wall where it curved round to meet the arched doorway.
On the panel there was a picture of a hand. I placed my own
hand within it.
“Nothing,” I said, hoping perhaps to feel some sense of being
able to control the device.
“It won’t transport me,” Pauline said. “I’m a candy-based
lifeform. But you it’ll transport, since you’re human.”
“But,” I said. I put my hand into the picture of the hand on
the panel again. “It doesn’t,” I said.
“Yes,” Pauline said. “Only my Daddie knows how to work it.”
I let go of her hand. I stepped out of the Peppermint Portal.
I gazed around me and wondered where Licorice Lad was. I looked across
the room and saw a stairway. It went down, and looked dark, as if it
led down to rooms underground. I heard a tromping sound. I froze.
“One... two... three... four... five. Five! It has five
fingers!” I heard Pauline say. I guessed she was counting the fingers
on the image of the hand, inside the portal. Silly girl. But that’s
what you do, when you’re six. Counting is fun then.
I heard a throbbing sound. I glanced in the direction of the
portal. It was glowing now, with a pulsating red and white light.
Pauline stuck her head out.
“Bambi! Come quick! I’ve gotten it to woik!” Pauline cried
happily. I darted toward the arched opening. Then I stopped, just
short of the doorway.
“No...” I said. “I can’t leave without Katie.”
“Come quick! It won’t work for long!” Pauline said. I felt a
dire need to run into it, but steeled myself, and decided not to.
“No,” I said again. “I must find my friend first. I can’t
leave her!”
The throbbing subsided. It died. Little Pauline stepped out
of the portal.
“We must find my Daddie too,” Pauline said, gazing up at me.
“Do you know where the dungeon is?” I asked her.
“No... my Daddie never showed me that,” Pauline said.
The tromping sound seemed to be approaching us. I looked
around quickly.
“How about over there? Did you ever go down those stairs?” I
asked Pauline. I pointed across the room.
“No. I don’t remember ever going down there,” Pauline said.
There was a curtain, pulled back, and I wondered if it had been drawn
shut across the stairs on her last visit. Now it was thrown open, as if
there was so much coming and going on those stairs that there was no
need to keep it closed anymore.
“I’ll bet you those stairs lead down to the dungeon,” I said.
“They look dark, and scary,” Pauline said. She took my hand.
“Quick! Someone’s coming up them!” I said to her. “We’ll have
to hide in the portal. But don’t play with the panel. Don’t count the
fingers on the hand again. I can’t leave until I find Katie. And your
Daddie,” I told her.
“Okay,” Pauline said. Together we darted into the peppermint
colored hole in the wall. Just in time, for a gingerman emerged from
the dungeon. He was followed by another. Together they surveyed the
throne room.
“Master wishes for all the walls to be painted black,” one
gingerman said to the other. Pauline, holding my hand, gripped it tight
with surprise, like a child finding a stranger in her bedroom.
“Yes. I shall fetch peanuts and command them to begin painting
at once,” the other gingerman nodded.
“Black... like black licorice,” the first gingerman said. The
second one nodded.
“Yes. It will complement him, painted black in honor of his
name and his candy,” the second gingerman said.
“Look. There’s three of them now, passing along the great
hall. Peanuts! Peanuts!” the first gingerman called out.
“Yes, masters?” the three peanuts asked. They poked their
small heads into the throne room and gazed at the gingermen.
“Cease whatever chores you are doing and get some black
licorice paint. The Sultan requires this room be painted black, like
licorice,” the first gingerman said.
“Make haste, peanuts!” the second gingerman said. “Licorice
Lad is not forgiving of tardiness. We almost lost our heads, due to our
tardiness in executing his prisoners!” I felt Pauline squeeze my hand
very hard and draw in her breath. I heard my own breath; a sharp,
indrawn gasp.
“Did they--?” Pauline whimpered.
“No!” I said. “Surely they have not.” But I had no idea, now,
if her father was still alive, after hearing the gingermen. Perhaps he
was dead, and she and I were the last hope for Candyland.
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