Post by Amanda Kimmel on Apr 8, 2012 22:30:04 GMT -5
Episode Six: Blessings and Cursings
“I still can’t believe it,” Parvati said out loud. “You’re actually engaged.”
“Yep,” Amanda replied happily. “Andy’s so awesome.”
Andy, of course, was right there, beaming. “You know who else is awesome? You.”
Amanda laughed and kissed him hard on the cheek. His face got even redder, as did hers. They enjoyed a good laugh together.
“So do I get to be the maid of honor?” Parvati asked hopefully.
“Sorry, Parv, but that’s Katrina,” Amanda replied immediately, referring to her sister. “But you, DD, and Andy’s sister will all be bridesmaids!”
“Fun.”
“Who will be the groomsmen?” DD interjected.
“Bobby,” Amanda stated.
“My sister’s fiancé,” Andy added.
“Lex?” Bobby came into the room, interrupting.
“No,” Amanda shot back.
Andy pointed to Amanda and nodded in agreeance.
“We need more male winners,” Amanda jested.
“Me,” Bobby declared.
“Right,” Parvati added.
“No,” DD shot back.
“I did win your heart,” Bobby replied.
“True.”
Andy interjected, “What’s worth more – a million dollars or-”
DD glared at Andy to shut him up. He complied.
“Come on, honey,” Andy whispered to Amanda. “Let’s go have some quiet time.”
Andy and Amanda went into their bedroom. It didn’t take long for them to start smooching in an intense array of passion typical of the lovers. Heavenly clouds shrouded the room with a morning dew relaxing to its beholders. The steamy mist rose from the floorboards and engulfed the room with a romance that could light the snow afire, even in the desert.
“Shall we?” Andy asked in a seductive voice.
“Oh yes, let’s,” Amanda replied adorably.
And they did.
Amanda lay in bed, her bra dangling from her finger. “Honey,” she breathed, “I’m so glad you came to me. I missed you.”
Andy stroked her hair and gave her a quick peck. “I missed you too. I really don’t want to leave your side. Ever.”
“Now that we’re engaged, you don’t have to,” Amanda spoke softly and adorably, and snuggled to him with a warm intensity that cured all the ails in his body.
This made it obvious: He was staying by her side to the end of the season. No ifs, ands, or buts.
The day of the next Tribal Council came quickly. Amanda was thinking about the next Treemail at the dining table.
“I don’t know about this one,” she pondered aloud. “Ugh.”
“What’s the challenge?” Andy asked.
Amanda explained it to him.
“Wow, that’s new.”
Amanda happily nodded.
“Just hope the curse doesn’t ruin it…” Amanda said aloud.
“Curse?” Andy asked.
“Yeah, that caused the lake to dry up.”
“There is no curse here.”
Amanda eyed the cook behind the counter, who was washing his dishes after lunch. She glared salaciously at him, wanting an answer, and her laser eyes were ready if she needed them.
“What, you sayin’ there be no curse here?” the cook replied. “I am unsure whether or not to believe it, but some San say there is.”
“Some as in whom?” Andy pressed.
“You would not understand.”
“Sure, for all I know, you cursed this place.”
The cook paused for a moment. “What you saying?”
There was awkward silence. The cook fidgeted.
“You did, didn’t you?” Andy accused firmly. “Are you a cook, a shaman, or a sham?”
The cook made a bolt for the door, only to run right into Bobby.
“You goin’ somewhere, dawg?” Bobby asked.
“Get him,” Andy yelled, running into the room.
Bobby grabbed the cook’s arm and twisted it. The cook tried to squirm loose but couldn’t by the time Andy got there to grab his other arm.
“Well, well, well,” Amanda taunted. “May I ask why you tried to run?”
The cook scoffed. “If you kill me, you will be cursed.”
“Oh, I’m not going to kill you,” Amanda said with a smirk. Her eyes started glowing with neon blue light, which caused the cook to sweat.
Ten minutes later, the crooked cooker was tied to a chair. Parvati, clad in a black leather dress with a matching whip, was in front of him.
“Why do you get to have all the fun?” DD asked.
“Because I’m not taken,” Parvati replied. “Now…” She turned to the cook, who was nervously sweating still, and ran the tip of her whip down his cheek. “You were saying something about a curse?”
“No,” the cook lied.
“You’re a worse liar than Barbie.” Parvati was, of course, referring to the bimbo that had nearly screwed her out of winning Jiuzhaigou.
Parvati whipped the top of his back. He yelped in pain.
“Now, the curse?”
“I did not curse you,” the cook replied.
Parvati felt his chin with her whip, then used it to press it up. “Then did you curse anything?”
The cook’s mouth exuded saliva. Parvati put her whip over it.
“If you cursed nothing, then why did you bolt?”
Parvati stuck her whip back under his chin and pressured him.
“I can’t hear you.”
Parvati whipped his throat. He breathed heavily, looking down.
“If you don’t have answers, you get whipped.”
DD was giggling. “This is hot,” she whispered to Bobby, who nodded.
A thud came from the bedroom. Parvati ignored it and whipped the cook’s cheek when he turned to look.
“It’s not your business what they’re doing in there,” Parvati said coldly.
“That is hot too,” DD whispered to Bobby, referring to the thud. “Shall we? I have the Didol…”
As DD and Bobby left, Parvati continued applying the pressure.
“This is getting nowhere,’ Parvati stated. “Would you like to give me your shirt?”
Parvati moved her whip down to his shirt’s neckline.
“Ooh, buttons,” Parvati squeaked.
Parvati tethered her whip to the cook’s topmost button as he sweat. She yanked it with the tip of her whip, pulling him forward slightly in a choke hold. He looked nearly sick as the tiny white button popped off and onto the floor, falling into a crevice in the floorboards.
“Do not do that again, young lady,” the cook stated as he glared.
“Or what, you’ll curse me? How about I just kill you?” Parvati transferred the whip to her left hand and, with her right, pulled a gun out of her dress and pointed it at the cook’s head.
The cook had no reply.
“Good,” Parvati said with a smile. “If I kill you now, the wimpy curse goes away since there’s nobody to keep it going. Right?” She thrust the gun at his skull.
“I did not curse you,” the cook repeated.
“Then what did you curse and why did you run like a scared Pussy Willows?” Parvati sheathed her gun and ran her whip around the cook’s neck. “Tell me and this will be painless.”
“I cursed nothing,” the cook stated.
“And you ran because?”
The cook flinched.
“Not good enough.”
Parvati whipped him on the top of the back, which was followed by his shrieking and wailing.
“You’re hiding something, and I’m not untying you until you tell me what it is.”
The cook lowered his head and began speaking in a native language, some sort of chant.
“I don’t think so,” Parvati interjected. She whipped him on the back, interrupting the chant. A mystic aura surrounded the cook and the chair that tied him.
“What the hell?” Parvati stated out loud.
The aura dissipated. The cook slouched over. Parvati took his pulse.
“Oh dear,” she said. “He’s dead.”
Parvati looked around. Two closed bedroom doors stifled the sounds emerging from them both, and Parvati raised an eyebrow. She wasn’t sure if interrupting either pair would be a good plan.
“I guess I should pass the time by writing Treemail…” she thought aloud.
Parvati sat down and looked at Amanda’s notes.
“Let’s see, I haven’t written anything serious since Survivor: Awesome…”
If your like super awesome then this will slide right by
You’ll like leave the other guys sitting there wondering why
Get immunity and you’ll be super and someone else will die
If you get voted off like you really shouldn’t like cry
“I am not a poet,” Parvati said out loud.
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