The Queen makes her escape and leaves Laura to her fate

From the safety of a car at least two blocks away, the Queen pulled up a pair of binoculars and surveyed the situation on the beach. She was now wearing an oversized shirt, but remained bottomless. She didn’t have time to pull out her wardrobe before the detective found her hideout. She would have to wing it like that until she arrived at her second refuge.

She focused on the detective, who was squirming around with wide opened eyes. She then looked at his target. Pedro’s face was more flushed than Laura’s, he was completely livid. He and a good chunk of the crowd seemed to be shouting at her hanging rival. Mission accomplished, she thought to herself. All had gone according to plan.

She kept staring, switching between looking at Laura and at Pedro. His angry face reminded her of the angry stare the detective gave her when she was writing on her. Any other woman would probably give up after that experience. But the fire she had in her eyes then told her that this event would just motivate the private eye to chase her with even more zeal. She smiled, this whole pranking thing had been too easy.

Finally she had a rival to match her wits against. She envisioned what will probably happen to her if she was captured, something even more shameful that what she pulled on her victims until now, that’s for sure. Her heart began beating faster and faster, it was no fun without any real danger.

Time passed. Most of the crowd dispersed and some handymen took down the stage, but they left Laura hanging as ordered. She became the new attraction of the pier, with people coming to see the bold eco-activist that dared to sabotage the town’s fishing contest. Some came just to watch, while others tried to hold entirely one sided conversations with her.

There were the ones that were still upset, like Pedro, who took their chance to slap her butt when they passed by. The Queen found adorable how she wriggled around when she was spanked. A group of more mischievous teenagers even went as far as squishing her breasts and tickling her. One helpful kid approached her with two cones of ice cream, he said something that she couldn’t hear but suspected was along the lines of: “My mom says you should cover your boobs,” because he then plunged his cones right into her breasts. The Queen was madly chuckling from behind the binoculars as Laura desperately swung back and forth trying to get rid of her cold gift. She had seen all she needed to. It was time for her to leave.

“Ugh, why did that detective had to park so far away? The whole beach must have seen me,” she mumbled to herself as she rummaged Laura’s purse searching for something. She pulled out a key, plunged into the dashboard and started the engine.

She gave the beach one last look before riding out of town in Laura’s car. It was a shame that the clothes there didn’t fit her, but she was sure she would find a use for them before she got to her new hideout. Of course, she was going to leave the attire and the car in front of the detective’s home when she was done with them. She wasn’t a thief after all. She was the Queen of Pranks.