I began writing things down:
Zip ties
Duct tape
Red wig
Scissors
100 pound test fishing line.
Rent black van
Karo Syrup
Shovel
Snacks
Flashlights
Super glue
Tent stakes
Rope
Hammer
Flat black spray paint
Tarp
Demie came out out looking stunning as usual....even in Ugg boots, jeans and a T shirt. She was smiling as she said,"We are really going to do this...make these assholes pay...huh." I said,"Oh yes...they will pay...with a little help from Walmart."
We headed out on our trek and the first stop was Ables Car and Van Rentals. They didn't have a black van but they did have a dark brown cargo van. I rented it for 2 days and left my car in the rear lot. Demie and I headed for Walmart.
On the way, I told Demie my plan...she was all for it but didn't like the fact that she had to be bait. It was time for some serious pay back and we were both excited about getting revenge.
We pulled into the Walmart parking lot around 1:00 PM. Demie grabbed a cart....put her feet on the lower bar and said,"Push me baby!" I laughed and obliged. We got strange looks going down the aisles but it was fun.
We filled the cart with all that we needed except the red wig. Demie knew a store in the Mall that had them so we went there to get one. The one she bought was too long but Demie said she could cut it down and style it. She picked up some darker make up too.
We had all of our needs and now it was time to go set up the trap. I drove about six miles out of town to the old Bone Creek covered bridge. There was a new bridge also that was only about 25 yards from the old one. The road was traveled very little by day or night. My friend, Jack and I use to play there when we were kids....I knew it really well.
I parked in front of the rusty cable that crossed the road across the bridge. I got out the things I needed and Demie followed me under the bridge. It took a while but I dug a 3 foot deep hole. I made it two feet wide and four feet long.
I stepped out the plan with Demie and told her that if something went wrong, to run as fast as she could to the Johnson's house that was only a half mile down the road. I knew the Johnson's...they were good old folks.
