Hey guys, Guess what? I'm in Florida, and as we speak, I'm looking through my lap top screen at one seriously hunky guy who's probably dreaming about me right now. Actually, he's probably dreaming about someone else, but what fun is that to think about. The important part is, Daphne and Traci are at the beach, and our "chaperone" is Traci's big brother, who, in spite of being something of a dork when you talk to him, simply has got to be one of the most devastatingly hot looking guys ever to walk the face of the earth. He's also sound asleep, and so is Traci, which is why I'm sitting here looking through his bedroom wall, bored out of my frigging mind. Honestly, sometimes being superhuman just doesn't pay. They're both dead from driving all night last night, and so now, I'm stuck here all alone, waiting for everyone else to wake up. I'd planned on walking down the beach but.... hold on a sec..... Yeow!!! Sorry about that. I know you don't know how long I was gone, but let me tell you, it was way longer than I'd planned. I heard someone screaming, and, well, I went to help. Easy enough to step out on the patio and rescue a drowning swimmer or fight off a hungry shark, right? Well guess again. Turned out, the kid screaming was sitting on a raft, and he wasn't in any immediate danger of anything other than getting a sunburn. But he was missing his mommy, which was sort of a problem. I swum the kid and the raft back in, and then spent the better part of an hour trying to find the little monster's parents. He swore none of those houses were his, although it took a while to get him to stop blubbering enough to figure that out. Finally, the police showed up and I left the kid with them, but not before I got the twice over by the cops. Mixed pair, male and female, which might have been ok, if they didn't seem hung up on trying out there good cop, bad cop routine on me. What the heck did I do? I pulled a screaming kid into shore and tried to help find his mommy. And just where in tarnation do you think I would put an ID in a bikini? Honestly, the whole scene was creepy and it didn't get much better later on in the day. By the time I came back to the condo, Traci and her stud brother were up, waiting for little old me to go down and hit the beach. We did, and spent most of the afternoon catching rays. My tan is sort of permanent though, and Traci's one of those pale skinned redheads who really shouldn't be out in the sun to begin with, so when her brother asked us to go get him some beer from up in the room, it seemed like a pretty good idea. Guess again.

No sooner had we stepped out of the condo door with one of those little six pack coolers full of beer, did Tweedledee and Tweedledum show up, sweltering in their black uniforms and frowning at us as they demanded to have a word with me.

"Me?" I said innocently.

"Yes, you, Miss Orgone" said tweedledee as she flipped open the cooler and smiled. "Unless you want us to charge you with possession of alcohol by a minor and we can talk down at the station."

"Uh.. here's fine" I said sheepishly, gazing up at Tweedledum to see if he'd show any compassion. He was staring at my boobs though, which only seemed to piss off Tweedledee more.

Traci managed to excuse herself, the cowardly bitch, and bolted down to the beach minus the beer to go get her brother, while Tweedledee and Tweedledum escorted me into the condo and proceeded to take my statement. That's what they called it anyway. Tweedledee basically verbally stripped me naked while Tweedledum did it with his eyes, and the two of them made me feel like a complete criminal, all the while, I wasn’t sure what in the heck I had possibly done. It wasn’t until after they had me sign a piece of paper that Tweedledum finally opened his mouth (besides to drool) and the two of them started acting like human beings instead of robocops.

“I’m really sorry for all this, Miss Orgone” said Officer Krupke (yeah he had a name and I’d even use it once he started treating me like a human being), “but the kid you’ve found is really a mystery and we’re going to get the same sort of grilling you just got when we file our reports.”

“Huh?” I said, displaying my masterful command of the English language.

“The kid looks exactly like the picture we have of him….” piped in Officer Gonzales, “only, well, there’s no way he can.”

I shook my head, plainly unable to understand.

“Freddy Masters disappeared on this beach twenty years ago, Daphne” Officer Gonzales said.

I still didn’t get it, and she gave me a miserable look as she slammed her fingers on the table.

“The kid looks exactly the same, Daphne. Same age, and he’s wearing the same swimsuit his parents reported him missing in twenty years ago.”

“Um.. um….” I said, confused and more than a little worried that I was missing something. I’m not that stupid not to realize this didn’t explain why they were explaining things to me. I’ve seen Law and Order, and the cops don’t explain all the details to the witnesses.

“Are you aware Ms. Orgone, that this beach is under satellite surveillance.”

I cringed at that one, and Officer Gonzales went right on talking.

“You swam out there pretty damn fast, Daphne” she said.

I swallowed hard. At least I hadn’t flown, once I’d spotted the kid, I just kind of swam after him, but I probably did cover some pretty serious territory pretty quickly.

“It’s a time lapse thing, Daphne” said Officer Krupke, “we got a pic of you entering the water, and three seconds later, you were out by the kid, a distance of… say 300 yards….”

Ok, now I was worried, and I protested as honestly as I could.

“I.. mmm I mean I can swim pretty fast, but there must be some kind of mistake…” I protested.

“Obviously” said Officer Gonzales, “but given the weirdness of this case, having a hole in your story this big is problematic.”

“My story?” I blurted out, “but I was just trying to help….”

“You said you saw the kid from the balcony up here, right Daphne?” said Officer Gonzales, grinning like a spider about to chow down on a fly.

“Um.. I think so….” I said uncertainly.

“Give it a break, Sheila” said Officer Krupke as he reached out and touched my hand.

“Its ok, Daphne. You can tell us the truth.”

“B…b..ut… I am” I said feeling my stomach coming up through my throat. What did they want? I had told them the truth, just not all of it, but what could I do?

“Stop your sniveling” spat Tweedledee, “we’re not going to arrest you, but…..”

“We are going to be watching you” said Officer Krupke.

As the two of them got up to leave, I just sat there, trying to figure it all out. Officer Krupke was a perv, and Gonzales was a class A megabitch, but in a way, they really were trying to do their jobs. And this was, well, it was pretty weird.

It actually was exactly the kind of weird stuff I’d always figured might take a superheroine to help deal with. Only, well, just how was I supposed to do that.

I’ve been chewing on this for like an hour now, and I guess I’d better let it rest. Traci wants me down at the beach again. I’ll write more later, when I figure some more out.


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