Another erotic story from the FLOGMASTER!
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08
(****, ?/?, Edgy, Could contain anything.)
This is an interactive story where you get to choose how the story progresses. (Approximately 304 words. Originally published 1998-02.)
Hastily, you begin to clean up the mess from the fire. You take the melted lump of a trash can and toss it into the garbage bin in the garage. The carpet is all wet, so you soak up the moisture with a large towel. With paper towels you try rubbing up the soot and blackness, but it doesn't help much.
Looking at your father's study you have an idea. You go and pull the drawers out of the desk and take them one by one into the living room. Then you slide the desk out of the room, followed by the two chairs and the small sofa, which rolls easily. Once all the furniture is cleared out, you find it easy to roll up the rug and rearrange it so when the furniture is replaced, the sofa will cover the burned spot!
You drag the furniture back into the room and reassemble the desk and step back and look. Except for the curtain, everything's great. What can you do about the curtain? The left curtain, you notice suddenly, is half-hidden behind that large green plant your Mom bought your Dad for his birthday. (It's the plant he secretly abhors but is afraid to tell her, so he pours his leftover coffee into it hoping it will die.)
You swap the left and right curtains, careful to conceal the burned side. Perfect! No one will ever know, at least not for a while. Hopefully by then you can blame the fire on someone else. On the other hand, putting off something like this could increase your punishment. Perhaps you should just confess right away?
What will you do:
1. Call your mother and confess [Go to 17]
2. Try to get away with it [Go to 18]