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MSM #1 - Whole Lot of Shaking Going On (Mfff, tease)

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Kari Gold - Middle School Mysteries #1

Whole Lot of Shaking Going On


"Class we have a visitor today," Mrs. Clarke announced right after
the bell.  "I want you to welcome Mr. Dufner."

Kari Gold sat and studied the class's guest.  She had been studying
him since she entered the room.  Kari Gold studied EVERYBODY she met,
making careful mental notes as she dissected them with her eyes.  If
she were EVER going to be a great detective, she would need to make
sure she could accurately recreate the physical characteristics of
every person she came across.  There was no telling when she might
come across a REAL LIFE criminal.  If that ever happened, her skills
an eyewitness might be the difference between solving a crime and
letting a crook go free.  

Mr. Dufner stood at approximately 6'4" and appeared to be about 200
lbs.  Judging by the wrinkles around his eyes, the slight bowing of
his posture, and his nostril and ear hair, Kari fixed his age at
somewhere between 50 and 55.  He wore a black suit that looked small
in the shoulders with a white shirt and black tie.  His long brown
hair was slightly greasy and tied back in a ponytail.  A wispy
moustache and beard filled out his pale face.  Every once in awhile,
a vaguely unsettling intensity seeped out of his gray eyes.  He
looked like a man who was either holding back secrets or suffering
from acid indigestion.

"Mr. Dufner is here today to teach us about the Shakers," Mrs. Clarke
continued, lifting her voice above the whispers of the bored seventh
graders.  "Mr. Dufner ..?"  She now offered him the class's obviously
deficit attention.

"Hello," Mr. Dufner began slowly, measuring his words.  "My name is
Kyle Dufner, and I'm here to tell you about the Shakers.  Does anyone
here know anything about the Shakers?"

Silence.

"Okay .." Mrs. Clarke cut in, coming to the man's rescue.  "Who here
has heard of the Shakers?"

Norma Ventura and Casey Schrock - the biggest brown-nosers in the
WHOLE seventh grade -- raised their hands, as always.  Norma was a
pretty, plump redhead who was WAY too proud that she had some of the
biggest boobs in the seventh grade.  Casey Schrock, on the other
hand, was a skinny, dishwater blonde with a body like a boys'.  They
were both from two of the richest families in Stratford, and the
NEVER let anyone forget it.  Rumor had it that kids had to present
copies of their parents' income tax forms in order to sit at their
lunch table.    

"That's good," Mr. Dufner seemed relieved.  "And what do you know
about the Shakers?" he pursued the topic with the two brown-nosers.

"Didn't they make furniture?" Norma ventured.

"Really expensive furniture?" Casey added.

"Ah hah," Kari thought to herself.  "That's why they're so interested
in this lame-o."

"Yes," he nodded his head excitedly.  "The Shakers are famous for
their furniture making.  Shakers have been crafting quality furniture
since the 1800s,and many older pieces are very expensive these days. 
I myself sell authentic Shaker furniture in my shop.  That's how Mrs.
Clarke and I met, as a matter of fact.  She was buying an authentic,
antique Shaker chair in my shop, and we got talking about the history
of the Shakers.  She thought you all might be interested in learning
about this, too, so she invited me to speak with you all today."

"You have a furniture shop?" Casey asked.  "Where?"

"I have some leaflets up here," Mr. Dufner answered.  "They tell all
about my store.  If any of you are interested, you can pick one up
afterwards."

"Cool," Norma gushed.

"Can we come and watch you make furniture sometime?" Casey queried.

"Of course you can," he replied.  "In fact, I'm always looking for
apprentice furniture makers.  You could come to my shop and ACTUALLY
help me make some furniture.  You'll also get my special apprentice
discount for you and your families.  How does that sound?"

"Cool," Norma and Casey cooed.

"After our discussion, you can sign up on this sheet," Mr. Dufner
explained.  "You two girls look like you're going to make outstanding
apprentices."  He really seemed happy now.

"A little too happy ..." Kari thought to herself.   "How long have you
been a Shaker?" Kari suddenly asked aloud, breaking up the mutual
admiration society that was developing between the speaker and her
brown-nosing classmates.

"My whole life," Mr. Dufner smiled at Kari now, his gray eyes
gleaming.  "I was born a Shaker.  I'm fifth generation as a matter of
fact.  My father taught me the art of furniture making just as his
father taught him and so on back to the 1800s.  My family was part of
the original Shaker movement that came to the US from England back in
the 19th century."

"Really?" Kari smiled back at him.  "Cool," she cooed, imitating
Norma and Casey.  She could feel them glaring at her, and she tried
not to giggle.

"Maybe you'd like to be an apprentice, too," Mr. Dufner offered.

"That'd be way cool," Kari kept the smile on her face then fell
silent.  She continued this way through the rest of the presentation.
When the man was done, she went to the front of the class, picked up
a leaflet and signed up for the apprentice lessons.

"What's up with you, girl?" Juanita Walker asked Kari as they filed
out of class.  When she caught a glance of some eighth grade boys
checking her out, she flipped her long black hair back from her
caramel cheeks and arched her back  "You are NOT serious about this
furniture thing, are you ..?  It is like SO LAME.  I mean Norma
Ventura and Casey Schrock ... hello ..?"

"Something is definitely up with this guy," Kari responded to her
best friend with one of her famous Kari Gold smiles.  It was the same
smug, mischievous smile she always flashed in class when she knew the
answer and no one else did, which happened A LOT.  Kari would just
sit at her desk, smiling silently to herself while everyone in class
racked their brains trying to figure out the answer.  Then, after
everyone gave up, she'd just casually toss out the solution like it
was nothing.  To Kari this was amusing; to others it was positively
infuriating.

"What do you mean Kari?" Juanita asked.  "He's like a big-time LOSER.
So ..??"

"Just follow me to the guy's shop after school, okay ..?" Kari
beseeched her friend.  "I need your help with something.  You do have
your cell phone with you, right ..?"

"OF COURSE!" Juanita seemed positively aghast at the question.  "Can
you just tell me what's going on?" Juanita demanded impatiently.  "I
mean what's this all about, anyway?  There is like NO WAY you're
interested in this guy's furniture.  Are you up to something?"

"It's just a hunch," Kari explained.  "I just need your help, okay
..?  This might get dangerous."  She paused.  "Your cell has a record
feature on it, doesn't it ..?"

"Yes, but .."

"Good," Kari nodded.  "I'll explain everything after school, okay ..?
Just meet me at my locker as quick as you can get there."

"Kari ..??!!" Juanita whined.

"I told you.  I'll fill you in after school, okay ..?" Kari broke
away from her friend and hurried to her AP Algebra class.  "Just meet
me at my locker, okay ..?"

Juanita nodded slowly, still obviously annoyed..

"Promise?" Kari insisted.

"Yes, I promise," Juanita nodded again, then watched her friend
disappear into the throng of milling students.

--------

"Hi, guys!" Kari Gold put on her best friendly smile as she sidled up
along Norma Ventura and Casey Schrock.

The final school bell had rung minutes ago, and Kari had just left
her locker-side strategy session with Juanita.  Norma and Casey must
have started off walking right after the bell because Kari had to run
to catch up with them. The three girls were now walking towards Mr.
Dufner's furniture store downtown, following the address and
directions printed on the leaflet.

"This is going to be so cool, isn't it ..?" Kari tried her best to
break the ice.

"I don't know what you're up to, Kari Gold," Norma replied, whirling
around to face Kari and shooting her a withering look.  "But we are
NOT going to let you screw this up for us, okay ..?"

"Screw what up for you?" Kari feigned astonishment.

"You know perfectly well," Casey responded.  "You don't give a shit
about furniture making, do you ..?"

"And you two do?" Kari laughed as they walked.  "Come on ... I could
see the dollar signs lighting up in your eyes.  The only reason you
two are doing this is so you can get a discount on some antique
furniture."

"So??" Casey challenged her.  "What's wrong with that?  Our moms
could take that stuff and make A LOT of money selling it to their
stupid friends.  Those ladies pay like HUNDREDS of dollars for
antiques.  We can make a fortune."

"Is that what you're trying to do, Kari Gold?" Norma asked
suspiciously.  "Horn in on our fortune?"

"I couldn't give a crap about your fortune," Kari smiled.  "I just
want to learn about furniture making."

"Sure you do," Casey hrrumphed.

Kari walked in silence the rest of the way to the store while the two
girls chatted vacuously.  When they finally arrived at the shop, Kari
let Norma and Casey enter first.  Before going inside, she checked
across the street and spied Juanita perched next to a parked car.

"Good," Kari thought to herself.  "Everything is going according to
plan."  She reached inside her sweatshirt pocket and took out her
cell phone and hit the speed-dial.  Seconds later, she heard a ring
and then Juanita's voice answering.  

"We're good," Juanita whispered.

"I'm going to adjust the transmitter volume now," Kari explained as
she pressed the button.  In a second, the volume output was at
maximum.  The phone would pick up any sounds within twenty yards and
broadcast them with crystal clarity to Juanita's phone.  "Do you have
your phone set on record?"

"Uh huh .." Juanita replied.  "We're good."

"Whatever you hear," Kari reiterated the instructions she'd given
Juanita minutes before.  "I I mean WHATEVER you hear, don't hang up
and call the cops until I say `It's a done deal.'  Okay ..?"

"Are you sure you're going to all right in there?" Juanita was more
nervous than Kari.  "Maybe we should .."

"I'm going in," Kari cut her off.  She slid the phone back in her
sweatshirt pocket without turning it off.  Then she crossed her
fingers and then walked into the shop.

"Hi, Kari," Mr. Dufner greeted her.  He'd obviously been watching her
make the call outside.  "Is there a problem?" he nodded to the phone.

"No, I was just leaving a message for my mom so she wouldn't be
expecting me `til later." Kari smiled back.  

"Okay, then," Mr. Dufner nodded, accepting the explanation.  "Now
that we're all here, why don't we go back into the workshop?"  Mr.
Dufner walked to the front door and flipped the Open side over so
that it read Closed to anyone outside.  "I'll just close up for
today.  We don't want be disturbed with a bunch of customers while
we're getting started.  Furniture making is serious business, you
know."  With the girls following, he led the way through a door at
the back of the sales floor and into a large workshop.  The smell of
sawdust and oil permeated Kari's alert nostrils.  "Did you all get to
call your parents and let them know where you were going after
school?" he asked nonchalantly.

"No," Norma and Casey answered in unison.

"My mom doesn't get home from work until 6," Norma explained.  "She
won't care as long as I get home by then."

"Me, too," Casey added.

"My mom'll just want me home before dinner," Kari finished, a big
smile on her face.

"Okay, then, as long as you don't think they'll mind," he nodded. 
"We should be done around 5."

For the next fifteen minutes or so, Mr. Dufner showed them around the
workshop, demonstrating the various tools.  The he put each of the
girls on an assignment.  Kari's job was to saw a board into a 5" by
8" rectangle to match another piece.  After getting her started, Mr.
Dufner went to help Norma, who was learning to operate a hand-plane.

As she worked with the saw, Kari kept one eye on Mr. Dufner.  He bent
behind Norma, wrapped his arms around her plump body and guided her
movements with the hand-plane.  Norma looked a tad uncomfortable when
the man's arms and hands accidentally ran across her bosomy chest.

"My hunch was right," Kari smiled to herself.

After helping Norma for a few minutes, Mr. Dufner moved over to Casey
and assisted her in the same way he'd helped Norma.  Casey was
learning how to properly apply varnish.  He wrapped his arms around
the bony twelve-year-old, gripped her right arm by her wrist and
demonstrated the technique for applying proper brush strokes.

Finally, after a few minutes of close contact with Casey, he left the
skinny girl and moved over to Kari.  "You need to put your back into
it," he instructed Kari.  "Let me show you."  Suddenly, he was
wrapping his arms around Kari's back, grasping her wrist and guiding
her arms and body into the proper sawing motion.

Smiling to herself, Kari backed up slightly so that her butt pressed
up below Mr. Dufner's waist.  He gasped slightly but did not move
away.  Kari grinned to herself and swiveled her hips slightly,
grinding into the man's crotch.  "I see you're getting the hang of
it," he commented, pressing his hips forward so that the hard bulge
between his legs nestle firmly into the crack of Kari's firm,
12-year-old ass.

"Yes," she smiled, "that really helps."  She paused and ground her
hips back again.  Emboldened, Mr. Dufner mashed his hips into her
with even more force.  "You know, I don't have to be home until
later," she offered, lowering her voice so the other girls couldn't
hear.  "I could stay after they leave, and maybe you could show me
some more stuff."

"Yes, I think that'd work out fine," he replied.  "You know," he
stopped helping her saw and backed away from her.  "It looks like we
need to get another blade for this saw.  I have one back in the
storeroom.  Let me show you how to pick out the right tool for the
job."

"Cool," Kari gushed.  She followed Mr. Dufner back into the
storeroom, and when they were out of earshot from the other girls he
turned to face her.

"You're a horny young lady I see," he whispered.  Kari stayed silent,
but smiled back at him.  "Come over here and take a look at this
tool," he invited her, unzipping his jeans.  Moving towards him but
not saying a word, Kari watched as he withdrew his erect penis from
his jeans.  His beefy organ was the thickness of a fat hot dog and
measured about seven stout inches.  Kari studied it, noticing that
Mr. Dufner had two distinctive moles right above his scrotum.  His
pubic hair was shaved and his penis shaft curved to the left at about
a 15-degree angle.

"What's that, Mr. Dufner?" Kari feigned innocence.  "I'm confused. 
What do you want me to do?"

"Never seen a man's cock before, huh ..?" he chuckled.  "Don't worry,
I'll get you REAL acquainted with hard cocks by the time our little
apprenticeship ends here.  We only have a few minutes right now, so
just come over here and kiss it, okay ..?  I'll teach you how to suck
it later, after they leave."

"You want me to kiss and suck your erect penis with my mouth?" Kari
acted astonished.  "But Mr. Dufner, I'm only twelve-years-old.  You
know that, right ..?  I mean you do know how old I am, don't you ..?"

"Age doesn't matter to me," he replied, stroking his hard penis as he
spoke.  "In fact, I like young ladies your age best of all.  That's
why I came to your class, so I could meet a beautiful young lady like
you.  Would you like to be my special girlfriend, Kari?"

"What about Norma and Casey?" Kari asked.  "Do you want them to be
your girlfriends, too?"

"Don't be jealous, Kari," Mr. Dufner stammered as he spoke.  "We can
all play together, you know.  You can go and tell them what fun we
have, and get them to want to play, too.  If you do that, you'll be
my VERY SPECIAL girlfriend, and I'll give you lots of nice presents. 
How does that sound?"

"It sounds ..." Kari began, "like a DONE DEAL, asshole!"

"Huh?!"

"In other words, asshole, you're busted."  Kari withdrew her cell
phone from her pocket and brandished it in the man's face.  "The
whole time you were talking, my cell phone was on," Kari explained.
"And my friend Juanita at the other end was recording everything you
said, pervert.  Right now she's calling the cops, and they're going
to be here any minute.  You are so busted, you child molester."

"You can't be .. this was .. you set me up!"

"They'll also bust you for selling fake antiques, too, asshole," Kari
kept at him.  "You're going to be in jail for a long time."

"What's going on in here?" Norma entered the storeroom now followed
by Casey.  "We just heard sirens out front.  The police are ... OH MY
GOD!" Norma exclaimed, finally noticing Mr. Dufner's exposed penis
and shrieking at the top of her lungs.

Casey joined her, and the two's screams led the police right back to
the storeroom.  The commanding officer took one look at Mr. Dufner
and the screaming girls and barked, "You're under arrest!"

For the next several minutes, officers got Mr. Dufner under control
and began initially questioning Norma, Casey, Kari and Juanita.

"He felt my boobs," Norma pouted, rubbing her breasts.  Kari could
tell the pretty, plump redhead was very proud of the way her chest
had already developed at the age of twelve. 

"Me, too," Casey echoed.  "And I could feel his .. thing .. pressed
up on my butt.  It was GROSS!"

"You girls took a BIG CHANCE, you know," Officer Norton admonished
Kari and Juanita.  "You could have been hurt .. even killed," he
scolded Kari directly.  "You NEVER should have tried this by
yourself, young lady.  If you're suspicious someone is a criminal,
you NEED to call the police immediately!"

"But you would've needed proof," Kari replied.  "Otherwise, it
would've been my word against his, and he would have walked."  Kari
nodded to Juanita's cell phone in the officer's hand.  "Now you have
the proof to send him away for a long time!"

"Still .." Officer Norton began.

"How, you little cunt ..?" Mr. Dufner interrupted, hissing at Kari as
the other officers led him out of the shop in handcuffs.  "How did
you know?"

"Yeah," Juanita asked, "how did you know he was a creep?"

Kari smiled, and then casually revealed the answer.

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HOW DID KARI GOLD KNOW THAT MR. DUFNER WAS SUSPICIOUS AND PROBABLY A
CROOK?

PLEASE SEND YOUR ANSWERS TO  karigold_sky@hotmail.com .  Everyone who
answers correctly will receive a free prize.

----------

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Please let me know by posting a review - good OR bad -- on
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"His story was pure bullshit when he spoke to our class," Kari
explained to Juanita and Officer Norton.  "He said he was a Shaker,
and when I asked him when he joined the Shakers he said he was born a
Shaker, and that his father and everyone before him were Shakers,
too.  That's when I knew he was LYING."

"I still don't get it," Juanita was puzzled.  "So he was born a
Shaker?  Why does that mean he was lying?"

"Because Shakers are celibate, duh ..!?" Kari replied.  Juanita's
blank stare meant she needed it ALL spelled out for her.  "That means
they DON'T have sex, and they DON'T have kids .. especially for five
generations.  That's why there are so few Shakers around anymore,
because they all die off.  So that's how I KNEW he was bullshitting."

"Oh, I see," Juanita finally got it.  "But I still don't get how you
knew he was a pervert?"

"That was just a hunch," Kari replied.  "At first, I was just going
to bust him for making and selling phony Shaker furniture.  That's
why I wanted you to record everything, in case I could get a
confession out of him.  But then it turned out he was a pervo, too. 
You know, I wonder how many other `apprentices' he's scammed and
molested over the years."

"I'm sure we'll find out once we start questioning people," Officer
Norton joined in now.  "You know, you're a pretty smart girl," he
added, scratching his head.  "A regular Sherlock Holmes."

"I'm going to be a detective someday," Kari told the policeman.  "The
best detective in the world."

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