The home finished on time, and it was truly spectacular! We luxuriated while we spent the last week planning the girl's return. There was a lot to plan for: there would be parents, police, psychologists, lawyers, teachers, students, relatives, media, and even complete strangers who would all be interested in their story. We discussed, drilled and role-played.
We discussed that even though "nothing had happened" and no ransom was paid, I would still be wanted for kidnapping, I could still be changed with it, and I could still go to jail for a long, long time. The only way that wouldn't happen was if their parents vigorously refused to press charges, and the various prosecutors with jurisdiction didn't see any advantage to their careers in pursuing the case. Given its high profile, that was highly unlikely, but something I would be working on behind the scenes. If I could put a "poison pill" in the legal proceedings -- something that would make the prosecutors look bad for proceeding -- then there was hope.
We discussed that it was important for the girls to do well at school, and stay well adjusted to the community. They would have deep longings, longings that I shared, to meet with me. But if we were stupid, those longings would never bear fruit. We would not be able to meet for six months, at least, and more likely it would be two years before our first rendezvous. It was likely we couldn't meet openly in the US or Canada for many years. But, there were other parts of the world that would be more tolerant. We talked about their moving to a foreign country outright when they got older than eighteen, or doing studies at a university in one of the more tolerant parts of the world.
On the brighter side, we talked about what kind of community we would build when we were all together. We talked about what we would do to help the world. They agreed with me that creating wealth was inherently world-helping, so we talked about making businesses as well as charities.
We also spent the last week being really touchy feely. I continued to Dominate, but now we had a water bed and a swimming pool to play with, too!
Finally, it was time to go back, and I had the perfect plan in mind. We mothballed the house and trekked out of the mountains using snowshoes -- it was winter in the mountains now. Fortunately, we only had to hike downhill for a half day to get to the van -- I'd taken the girls on a deliberately much longer route when we had been going in.
Once we got to the van, I blindfolded them again, and we drove back to civilization.
I had given this some thought, and there was really only one proper place for them to reenter society, so we drove through the night, and an hour before dawn, we were at the underground railroad entrance near the school. I had the girls change back into the clothes they were wearing the day I took them out. They all giggled at how strange the fit now was. Most had both lost weight, and added bulk to their arms and legs. All of them complained about how badly their bras now fit. I smiled.
We hugged and kissed one last time. We did our good-byes at the railroad station because we were going back to a place and time where a lot could go wrong. We took the railroad, but I was worried about it's noise, so we walked the tracks rather than riding the cars -- the girls were master walkers now, so the travel time was about the same. Oh... before we left, Beth and Soo-Min complained that they really, really wanted to be manhandled back into a car, for old time's sake. So, before we walked off, I hoisted them up on my back and put them in the cars. They giggled the whole time; I finally covered their faces with kisses to shut them up. The other girls started giggling, too, and said, "Ewww, get a room!" We were all tense, but in good spirits. I got on my ski mask again.
Amazingly, the passage still hadn't been found! I worried that the police had found it, but kept that as a secret from the media. No, it was simple incompetence, not conspiracy. At the passage entrance I tied the girls' hands and roped them together -- there was a good chance that surveillance had been installed since we departed. I used tape on their hands, it was not as comfortable on the skin, but it was more convincing as unremoveable, and, done right, it would be easier on the circulation -- the girls might be tied for a long time. I tape gagged them, too, tape gagged them really well, so they couldn't say anything intelligible to the police who would come to the door.
It was barely light as we walked back to Room 110. There was a sign on the door and draping around it, saying it was now a memorial classroom, dedicated to the hapless students and teachers who had been abducted from there. There were dozens and dozens of yellow ribbons pasted to the door and surrounding wall. It was, in fact, kind of hard to get the door open, but we did.
Inside, I taped my ladies' ankles. Then I added rope between their ankles, and between ankles and wrists. It looked impressive. We were now all good with ropes, so the tie was, in fact, quicker and much better than the one I used to take them out. I also blindfolded them now, and I put up a video camera with a wifi transmitter to record them. The wifi was clear channel, so any media being with half a brain would latch on to it within five minutes of arriving in the school vicinity. To make things a bit more interesting, I put a ticky-tock bomb bag next to the door again. It was like the one I used last time, except this time I added a small smear of dynamite "sweat" -- if they sniffed, they would smell bomb. I was real curious whether the police would learn from their previous experiences with my ticky-tock bombs. And, to add uncertainty, behind the video camera I put a recorder with a five minute looped recording of someone pacing up and down a room -- sometimes loud, sometimes soft, sometimes nothing at all.
As a final good-bye, I fondled all their breasts. Those that had skirts on, I pulled them above their knees and stroked their thighs a couple times. Melene had on a button-in-front shirt, so I unbuttoned all the buttons but the one that kept her bra hidden. I was having fun being a lecher.
When we finished setting up, it was just 20 minutes before the people who opened the school for the day would come. Before I taped Melene's mouth, I had her make four phone calls. The first two were to Laura Salina and Shelly Mc Gregor tipping them that something very interesting was happening at the school, right now! The second two were to start a lockdown. The codes she had were outdated, but she was recognized, and believed. I left the phone with her, turned on the video, and hotfooted out the way I came.