Another three dolls

That afternoon, a gray Ford Escape pulled into the driveway of the Bailey household.

“Thanks again Mrs. Anderson,” Claire Davis said from the backseat.

“Yeah, thanks Mom,” Wendy said as she got out of the car.

“No problem you two. I just hope Vivian is O.K,” Katherine Anderson said from the front seat. The 48 year-old brunette cared deeply for her daughter and her friends, to the point that she was willing to go out of her way to do this for them. Her husband would never have done this, even when he wasn’t passed out drunk.

Claire and Wendy made their way around the car, and to the front door of the Bailey house. Taking a deep breath, Claire started to press the doorbell when she suddenly stopped as her finger touched the button. The black girl was not moving at all.

Likewise, her friend Wendy did not move either, and simply stood like a mannequin next to Claire. Her mother Katherine also did not move a muscle as she sat behind the wheel of her car.

In fact nothing moved save for two individuals who were approaching the two frozen girls.

***

“Shit, shit, shit,” Mark said as he eyed Claire and Wendy.

“I take it this was not part of your plan?” Stephen asked.

“No. I mean, we knew there was a chance…” Mark eyed the two girls. They certainly were pretty. The black girl was dressed in a pair of jeans shorts, a blue tank top, and a pair of white sneakers of her feet. The brunette was dressed in a yellow sundress, with a pair of vans on her feet.

“So I guess this means you have to freeze them right?”

Mark blinked a couple times as he calmed down. “Yeah, that’s right. Help me find their ID’s in their backpacks.”

The two friends began to dig through the two frozen girls backpacks, which caused them both to wobble in place on their heels. Eventually they learned the black girl was named Claire, and the brunette was Wendy.

“Isn’t she on Katie’s track team?” Stephen asked, referring to Wendy.

“No, your thinking of Wendy Choi. Her name is Wendy Anderson. Now before I forget, Claire, Wendy, stop.”

In an instant, both teens ceased being living breathing women, and were now nothing but frozen playthings.

“Phone start,” Mark said, referring to Claire’s smartphone, which he was now holding. The phone unfrozen, and using the girls thumb, he unlocks it. “It looks like they are friends with Vivian,” Mark said as he looked through the girls texts.

“Well too bad for them. I guess they were in the wrong place at the wrong time.”

“More the right time for me,” Mark said as he eyed both girls again. “Help me carry them to the car they came in.”

Although confused, Stephen did as he was told and helped load the two frozen girls into the backseat of the gray escape.

“Why did we load them in here and not my van?” Stephen asked.

“Were going to bring them to the safe house Katie and I created, and need to hide their car somewhere until we can figure out what to do with it.”

Stephen shrugged, accepting the answer.

Opening the drivers door, Mark soon found himself laying across her lap to dig through the woman’s purse laying on the passenger seat. “Looks like her name is Katherine. Katherine stop,” Mark said aloud. In an instant, Katherine was transformed from loving mother to MILF doll.

Without saying another word, Mark pulled the woman out of the drivers seat and carried her to the back, where she was laid across her daughters and her daughters friends laps.

Mark then got in the drivers seat himself, and unfroze the car. Your going to follow me to the safe house so we can unload these lovely ladies.

“What about the accessories you wanted?”

“Eh, I’ll do it another time. Now let’s go.”

With that Mark and Steven began to make their way to the Tucker home.