Just in case anyone was feeling left out Friday has been
joined by others from our group. I hope they're not too
upset with me. 

Ali Babe and her Flirty Thieves
by Arty

A cool and refreshing wind blows gently through the trees.
Ali stretches, careful not to disturb the girl next to her.
She smiles slightly and remembers the activities of the
previous evening, but now is not the time for such thoughts;
now is the time for business.

"Friday, my frolicsome friend, time to get up."

Friday murmurs quietly and shrugs off the hand that is
resting on her bare shoulder. The movement causes the
blanket to slip and exposes the upper curve of Friday's
breast. Suppressing the urge to suckle gently on the exposed
skin, Ali blows gently in Fridays ear.

"Wake up! We have work to do."

"Okay, Okay. There's no need to shout; I'm awake."

"In that case, get your luscious body out of my bed and into
some clothes before I forget what I woke you for!"

Ali and Friday, pull on their 'uniform' for tonight's work,
then Ali slips away to wake the rest of her band. While
everyone else is getting dressed, Ali considers the
conditions. The moon is almost setting, which means that
soon the night will be at its darkest. She gathers everyone
together.

"Right my 'Flirty Thieves'", the group giggle at this
appellation, "soon the moon will have set and then we can be
on our way. Bree, Cat have you got the empty containers?"
Bree and Cat nod at this question. "Friday have you charged
up the 'catcher?"

Friday looks at the meter on the contraption that she is
holding. "Fully charged." She holds up her other hand. "I
have spare power packs, too."

"Right let's get going then."

The intrepid band set off through the trees. They are using
the last of the moonlight to light their way while in the
forest. If they have judged it correctly the moon will have
set just before they reach their objective. And of course
they have, as they break free from the trees, the moon,
bloated by its proximity to the horizon, slips behind a hill.
The group stands still while their eyes adjust to the
starlight. A giggle, hastily muffled, betrays the excitement
that they all are feeling. Slowly and carefully they creep
toward the first of the cottages that they are to visit
tonight.

Ali peers through the opened bedroom window, she motions to
Friday to bring the 'catcher to her. The sounds of gentle
snoring are clearer now as Ali slowly and carefully opens
the window to its widest extent. Friday points the
contraption at the sleeping figure and pulls the trigger.
Nothing seems to happen except that the sleeping figure is
suddenly still. Friday looks at the glass bulb that is
attached to the stock of the 'catcher. Where before it had
been empty, now it was filled with a sparkling cloud that
glowed gently and scintillated with a myriad colours.

"It looks like a good one."

The snoring continues and returns to its original volume as
Ali closes the window back the way it was. By the time she
has rejoined Friday and the rest, Bree is holding the filled
glass bulb and Friday is replacing it with an empty one.
Bree holds the bulb to her forehead. She groans.

"Ooooo. That's a good one!"

Into her mind, as if from a distance, Bree can see a lake,
brightly lit by moonlight. In the foreground a man and two
women are making love. A beautiful, Indian-looking woman had
the man's penis in her mouth. The tall blonde woman was
industriously eating out the other woman and the man was
completing the circle, by applying the same techniques to
the tall blonde.

"Nick was certainly having fun tonight!"

Carefully Bree places the glass bulb in a net bag. And now
the gang make their way to the next cottage. This was a
repeat of the first and in this way the band of thieves
makes their way quietly around all the cottages in the
clearing. As they approach the last of the cottages that
they are due to visit tonight, the brightest lights they
have ever seen suddenly blind them.

"Well, well. If it ain't Ali Babe and her Flirty Thieves."

"Oh hi Sheriff, fancy meeting you here."

"And who else is here? Frolicsome Friday, Cunning Cat and
Bashful Bree. Looks like we have the whole set!"

The Sheriff grins a satisfied grin. Oh what fun he was going
to have tonight! By now the noise of the Sheriff and his
Deputies has awakened the inhabitants of the cottages and
Ali and her gang are being led to the brightly lit lawn in
the centre of the clearing. The four women all dressed in
black are led to the centre of the grass and they are
brought face to face with the four sawhorses that now adorn
the green. Things do not look good for the four thieves.
While the women are contemplating their fate, Frank the
village chief is making his way to the front of the crowd.

"Well done Sheriff. Looks like you have caught them all."

"Yes sirree! You want I should take 'em away or shall we
deal with them here?"

"Oh I think we can handle this quite well here. Don't you
think?" Frank turns to Ali and the rest of the women who are
looking warily at the crowd that surrounds them and at the
Mean Sheriff and his deputies. "Do you want to tell us who
you were stealing our dreams for?"

"Never! There's honour amongst thieves."

"Sheriff, don't you think that they may be hiding something
under all that clothing - a knife may be?"

The Sheriff looks at the women who are dressed in the
tightest cat suits that you can imagine and contemplates the
impossibility of them even wearing underwear under them, let
alone hiding a knife. "Well I can't rightly say. I suppose
we'll have to strip 'em down to find out for sure." The
women shuffle nervously at this revelation and Friday digs
Ali in the ribs.

"All right, I'll tell you; there's no need for all that."

Frank looks at Ali expectantly.

"I don't know his real name, but he goes by the pseudonym of
'Arty'. It's obviously a play on his initials - he's not
very original, otherwise why would he have to steal all your
dreams?"

Frank laughs at this. "We'll settle his hash later. I think
though, it's time for a little 'Fairyland justice'. Now are
you going to undress yourselves or do we let the Sheriff
show us how it's done?"

The speed with which the women get undressed, shows everyone
what they think of the idea of letting the Mean Sheriff
demonstrate his stripping technique on them and in a very
short time indeed the four women are dressed only in very
attractive blushes.

"Now I'm quite willing for this to stop here, but obviously
you have been stealing our dreams for some time and that
calls for some retribution." Frank pauses while he thinks of
the possibilities. "Perhaps a couple of strokes of the strap
from everyone that you stole dreams from? And then, maybe,
everyone here gets to check that you been well enough
punished?" Frank looks at Nick, who nods his acceptance. The
rest of the writers gathered around murmur their agreement
too.

Ali looks askance at her band of 'Flirty Thieves' numbly
they nod their agreement too. Ali turns to Frank, "OK but it
stops here?"

"Of course we will have to confiscate your Dreamcatcher, but
once we're through here I think we'll all 'forgive and
forget'."

The crowd grumbles its agreement.

The Sheriff seeing which way the wind is blowing and putting
from his mind the pleasant thought of cavity searching the
four women, ushers them over to the sawhorses. It is the
work of a moment for the Sheriff and his deputies,
experienced as they are, to have them strapped down, their
cute little butts waving vulnerably in the air.

Frank produces the strap. "It's made of Unicorn hide,
guaranteed to sting and redden but not bruise…" Frank
chuckles evilly, "Oh yes, it also has the side-effect of
making you come like nothing on earth after every second
stroke!"

For Ali Babe and her Flirty Thieves it looks like it's going
to be a long night! That'll teach 'em not to give in to the
blandishments of a sneaky bloke like Arty eh?

-Fin-

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