Margaret cried out in desperation, and suddenly she felt a warm glow and was back on the Salt's floor next to the fireplace, panting. The diamond lay on the floor next to her.
Oh. She took it in her hand again. So it worked that way too. Good to know, she thought.
Well then...time to run for it.
But she hesitated.
Now she was out of immediate peril,
somehow she was regretting it that she interrupted it so soon.
Even if she was at the fingertips of her old enemy, it gave her quite a thrill to be able to berate and order younger Summer around all she wanted and she'd have to listen to it.
Even when she was tied down she was in charge, right?
Even if she could fight back and win, in the end she'd have no choice but to listen to her...
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"Hee, we didn't expect you to come back."
"Yeah, not many of our babysitters let us do this to them."
Margaret, tied up and gagged, struggled happily on the floor while the kids were passing around the tooth-and paintbrushes she brought in with interest.
"Mmmmh" Margaret said happily.
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Later on, in the morning, the Summer gang found an exhausted and blushing Margaret sleeping on the floor downstairs.
"Just leave her alone." Summer ordered. "That girl's always been weird."
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