Thread: Country Family Adventures (Ruphhausin & Juicy Fresh)

Ruphhausin said Juicy Fresh said The court has sentence Ms. Gabrielle Krystina Long with 100 hours of community service and 2 months under house arrest. The judge starred me down as she placed the court papers down on her oak palace. She was tall, with brown graying hair, beady eyes and bags above her cheeks. Silver, thin, rectangular glasses fell down to the tip of her large nose. Ms. Long. She grabbed my attention. I looked up at her with intense attitude. It was obvious I didn't want to be in here and that this was a waste of my time. I wasn't happy with the court jurisdiction. I didn't think it was fair. There are consequences for your actions, do you understand? It's a great shame your parents have passed. At 17 years old, you should be more responsible than this. She shook her head, as if trying to scold me like my mother. She used her death against me and it irritated me to an uncontrollable length. Don't pretend like your my mother. I muttered out from my gritted teeth. I was looking down at my cuffed hands, but my angered eyes returned to face her. My lawyer nearly shit himself when I said that. He gave me a strong pinch on my arm to get me to shut up. I was risking to make things worse. The whole case I was quiet, not a single peep, but then, last minute when I've already received a break I open my big mouth. The judge was flabbergasted from my spit-back. She shook her head, but my lawyer swooped in to save my ass. Judge Morin, my client means no disrespect, I assure you this. Ms. Long is dealing with the death of both of her parents this is a very difficult time. I thank you for your generous- Yes, GENEROUS. That is exactly what this is, Ms. Long. The judge snarled at me. My lawyer continued to try and flirt his way to a better case. He nodded his head in agreement, Generous it is, but I have a small request to ask from you. The judge was about to slam her hammer against the board, but retracted, curios as to what he was going to say. She waved her hand for him to continue. Ms. Long has no family left. The only house arrest she would be completing would be either in Juvenal prison or the orphanage. She has no siblings, and no aunts or uncles, except one who lives in another state. Her eyes opened with interest. What is the name of this uncle? Once she got the information, she exited the court room to make a phone call. After 15 minutes, she returned. Your a lucky girl, Ms. Long. Your uncle is a very reputable man in his town. I understand he lives out of state, but I will agree to the offer your uncle made. Your uncle lives on a horse farm, correct? She asked me. I shrugged my shoulders. I wouldn't know. I haven't seen him since I was a kid. He left the family. I was cold when I responded the judge shook her head again but continued. Your uncle lives on a horse farm. You will spend the summer there under 2 months of house arrest. Lucky for you, the farm is in the country and there aren't many areas of trouble you can commit. She smiled, that little perky smile I hated so much. His farm so happens to offer free addiction-recovery courses during the summer to patients healing from drug and alcohol addiction. PERFECT for you to complete your community service. Legally, he is now your guardian, despite family disagreements in the past. You will move there this weekend and begin to complete your hours. Understood? That is my final judgment. She knocked on her desk. Please make your way to the exit in the back of the room. Two guards walked towards me and un-cuffed my wrists. I was free to leave with my lawyer who was a good family friend. This was all over now. But little did I know, something new was about to begin. Five days later, all of my belongings were packed in over 4 suitcases and 23 boxes. My parents belongings, including the house and the cars will be sold and the money placed in my youth account until I'm old enough to use it. I also received all of their worths and they so happened to have a large payout life insurance. Lucky me, I was rich. But I didn't seem to care. I was sludge in the backseat of the SUV that was leading the way of the moving truck. We had been traveling for a couple of days now and I was exhausted and to say the least, depressed and filled with anger. I hated my uncle. I didn't want to have anything to do with him. We finally arrived the farm, literally, in the middle of NOWHERE. A giant farm on a huge outskirt of land with no other houses of farms in sight. The only other farms I can see from here look like ants. And the shopping mall, the cell phone, the internet, obliterated. Before I complete this sentence, I will die of boredom. Pulling up to the driveway, my lawyer, Hank, got out of the driver's seat and opened the backdoor to let me get out. I looked up at him, not budging. He sighed but before he was going to pull me out I got out to cut him some slack. He slammed the door closed and I looked up at the huge amount of house there was in front of me. I turned to Hank and embraced him in a hug. He hugged me back, kissing the top of my head. You can always visit. And if anything goes wrong, I will do my best to get you out, OK? Your uncle is a good man, Goldie. I didn't tell you this, but on the move I found a document from your father. He claimed he would have wanted this for you. I held my tears back, I was stronger than that. I heard a click of the door and let go of Hank. I looked up to see my uncle exiting the house with a smile on his face. Click to expand... I was not shocked, on receiving the call, as to what it was about. I was not able to attend the funeral because of being out of state, but I did have sorrow at my brother's passing. We had been fraternal twins, born a few minutes apart, and at times that distance was light years in expanse. Especially the last several. I had not left the family, rather there were issues, namely that I felt things that he didn't feel at all. The last couple of years before his death, things had changed, and he and your mother had paid a few visits, which you would not have wanted to go on in the first place, She is spoiled, Gary. We really don't know what to do. He had shown me the picture, and I was shocked. You looked a good deal like your mother, and that was part of the problem. I was sexually attracted to you from your picture, and I already knew things were going to happen. Because your father had legally changed his name, and because I had not been out to see you or them where you were living, no on in the state knew you were my niece. Your lawyer friend was told not to bring it up as the state could see it as favoritism, and then you would be back where you were avoiding. I was pretty fit and healthy for my thirty-eight years, and like my brother, your father, I made quite a bit of money and was smart with it. I owned the ranch, the land surrounding it, and the horses as well. I opened the door after letting you get in front of the huge house, then smiled down at you. I was dressed in jeans, the fit of which I liked that showed off the muscles I had in my legs. I was by no means a competitive body builder, but I was very fit and worked out every day. I had dark brown hair, only the very temples of which was a bit on the gray side. I had on my favorite post work shirt, an all cotton light green number that offset the deep intensity of my jade green eyes. I had on a dark brown vest to match the boots and belt I wore, and I looked at Hank, nodding when a descended the stairs of the porch. Nice to see you again, Hank. We shook hands, as I really did like him. It was not his fault you were, in the courts words, incorrigible. Gary. Nice to see you again. I see the spread is still strong. I nod, handing him the legal papers that I had signed that he faxed me. He looked them over, nodding in satisfaction as they were all together. Okay. I have got to get back, as I have to oversee the sales and all. Remember to keep the right price in mind, as she needs to have as much money in her account as she can. After Hank started to drive away, and your things were unpacked, I looked right at you, knowing what I was saying was known to you. No internet, cell, outside phone access, or even leaving the property till you have earned it. That is why Hank put your cell, laptop, and all electronics into the one case. Here, my word is law, as that is how the state wants it. I am a fully sworn in officer of the law here, so that is the way things are. Do you have any questions yet... Goldie? I made it clear from the start that I was in charge, and things were on my word alone, and that this was not a democracy. Click to expand... As you walked outside, I turned around, folding my arms and looking towards the movers. It was a small truck that brought over my stuff. I only took things I could fit in boxes. It took the movers a little over 20 minutes to unpack all of the boxes on the rocky driveway. My furniture wasn't being shipped for another couple of weeks. I watched them unload the back of the truck, my back was to you. I didn't even want to look at you. But, of course, there goes Hank, pulling me around to face you. He held me against him, Gabrielle, your Uncle Gary. He introduced us for the first time in 12 years. I looked you up and down, starting from your boots to your face. I smirked. You were nothing like I expected. I was expecting an overweight, pot-bellied, beer drinking, hill billy. But here you were, kind of stylish for your age on the country side, more fit than my father. But I didn't show any surprise, at least, I tried not too. I starred up at you, giving you an evil glare through my dark brown eyes, with a hazel trimming around the pupil. I was the definition of a spoiled bitchy teenager. My hair was straight, not my natural, it was straightened. I had it tied up in a loose pony-tail with my bangs hanging on the side of my cheeks. My hair was long, and fell to my mid-back, even in the pony-tail. I was wearing typical city clothes. My shirt was Abercrombie Fitch, tight fitted around the arms and stomach. It's short sleeved, and V-neck cut around the chest. Since I had my arms crossed, I had my breasts pushed together with a nice showing of cleavage. I was also wearing short-shorts that had a purpose ripped style and a white belt with a diamond belt buckle. The teal-colored shirt was a little small for me, showing off about an inch of my stomach between the shirt and the shorts. I had long tanned legs, waxed smoothly and wore, of course, purple open-toed high heels. With the high heels, I was still a couple of inches shorter than you were, but without the heels, I was about 5'5. As you and Hank spoke together, I looked around, still arms crossed. I was analyzing my surroundings. I could see a lot of land, a large spread of trees and forest towards the back of the house. I wondered if there was a pool, or a hot tub. It was blazing hot outside, and since I had nothing to do anyways, a swim wouldn't be such a boring idea. I returned my gaze to you as Hank returned to his car. He got in and rolled down the window. Oh, the police should be here in 10-20 minutes to put on the ankle bracelet. You'll have a much large perimeter of space you can stay within since the land Gary owns is so much bigger than the city. Consider yourself lucky, Gabs. I hated that nickname. The movers had finished unloading the boxes on the drive and were ready to go. Both of them parted together and left us alone. I watched them take off and turned around to look at you. My face drooped as you set down your reals. I really was going to die of boredom. Yes, sir, Sergeant Dickwad. I hear ya' loud and clear. I grimaced and turned to grab a box. By the time I had all of these boxes inside, the police would probably arrive. Ludging the box past you, I pushed you aside to enter the house. I just ignored you from that point on. My heels made clapping noises and I went up the stairs, pushing out my ass as I augmented towards the door. Can you get those, oh kingly uncle of mine. I smirked, my wit being full of attitude. I bent over, ass in the air, and placed the box down inside the house by the door. So where's my fortress?