Free First Date- a Novella by Thomas A Watson, Christian Bentulan, Amanda Shore Page B

Daniel said as Malik chuckled and walked over to the blinds, climbing up on a chair. Malik pulled down a long pole that hung in front of the blinds and dropped it. Moving to the ends, he pulled off the heavy curtains that pulled over the blinds for video presentations.
    He carried over the twenty-foot-long pole then grabbed a hacksaw and tape measure from the maintenance cart. Measuring out six feet, he cut the thick, wooden pole. Holly watched in wonder as they made weapons from so many different things and realized Malik had made a staff. “Ah, Mr. Daniel,” she said in a low voice. “Thank you for saving us,” she said and walked away.
    As she walked away, Daniel looked up then turned to Ginger, who tossed down the last baton for six sets of two and half long batons. “So she’s the first MILF you liked?” she said, walking over to stand by him.
    “Yeah,” Daniel shrugged. “Most of the ones I’ve met are stuck up from hell,” he said, going back to braiding the para cord.
    “I can do this,” Ginger said, nudging him aside with her hips. “My dad was in the Navy; I know my knots and weaves.”
    Not arguing, Daniel stood and walked to the cart as Malik cut another six-foot-long pole. Daniel grabbed his slingshot and drew a line about eighteen inches from the bottom of the Y. “Malik, can you cut this off here for me?”
    “Sure,” Malik said as he pulled the pole up. He left it at eight feet. When Malik started sawing, Daniel grabbed the cordless drill from the cart. He saw the battery pack had a full charge and took it off. He grabbed the spare, put it in, and saw it was fully charged as well. Putting the other battery pack in his back pocket, he grabbed a set of drill bits and pulled out the largest one, tossing the box of bits on the table. Chucking the bit up, he grabbed the paperweight with the scorpion suspended in heavy duty resin that Daniel knew was much stronger than glass. Daniel flipped the sphere over to the small, flat bottom and pressed the trigger.
    Hearing the drill, everyone turned to look up, and Ginger chuckled as she braided the para cord. “Damn, he can think of shit.”
    Tossing down her scissors, Teresa stepped away, rubbing her hand as Oscar replaced her. Walking over to Ginger, Teresa saw her look up at Daniel at the end of the table drilling into the glass sphere. “I’m getting laid,” Ginger mumbled, and Teresa snorted. Hearing the snort, Ginger looked over.
    “Sorry,” Teresa said, moving beside her. “But I can’t fault you for that.”
    “Gentleman or not, he better give up the sex,” Ginger said, continuing the braid. “I’ll break his ankles if he doesn’t; he doesn’t need those to work for hot monkey sex.”
    Chuckling, Teresa patted Ginger’s shoulder. “He said okay about you getting me home,” she said quietly.
    “When you get there, you get your kids, and run for the hills,” Ginger said, looking up at the TV on the far wall. It was muted and showing images of Miami. “Any city or town is a death trap and is only going to get worse.”
    “I will,” Teresa said, wondering what Ginger was doing.
    “Pretty good,” Daniel said, walking up with the sphere. Taking the end furthest from Ginger, he threaded the braided cord through the resin. In wonder, Teresa watched as Daniel left some cord dangling as he weaved a ball in the cord then ran the loose ends around the sphere and weaved them into the braid so the sphere was held on the braided cord.
    As Daniel ripped duct tape off and wrapped it several feet away from the sphere, Ginger threaded the braided cord through the pipe until she had half a foot hanging out the bottom. Looking at the top of the pipe, Teresa saw that’s where Daniel had wrapped tape around the cord.
    Ripping off more tape, Daniel wrapped the cord where it met the sphere, and Ginger weaved a ball at the end of the pipe. “How can you weave a ball?” Teresa asked.
    “Monkey fist,” Ginger said as Daniel ripped off another