The Secret Cave...(Part 1)

It was a dark and dreary night. The storm continued outside, but in the mansion, everything was cosy, with chandeliers brightly lit and one of Jane’s cousins playing on the organ cum piano cum electric guitar. Jane was on the drums. Her 4-year old brother Jerry was on the potty making a completely different kind of music. He reached for the loo roll only to fall off the potty and spread its unsightly contents all over the hall. Jane … unaware of her brother’s machinations, continued to play on the drums, wondering about her life, the rain and why she was forced to stay with her cousins in the mansion this winter while her parents travelled the world as missionaries and spies. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door but no one realized it as everyone was drowned in the enthusiasm of solid noise-making. After a few minutes, a cab pulled over the driveway to drop off the butler and the nanny who had a night out by themselves. They had an apparently romantic night as they couldn't keep their hands off each other all the way up to the entrance door but their kisses stopped short when they discovered Jerry peeping at them from the window with a poo-ball in hand waiting to launch at them from his vantage point. They hurried around back to get away from the demon child and in their haste, did not see a giant sewer hole in which they fell into…Upon falling into the hole, the butler (Tim) and the nanny (Brunhilda) realized that it was in fact not a sewer hole at all, but a secret passageway into the mansion whose cover had been strangely removed. They walked through a rather small tunnel and came to an opening of yet another tunnel. The secret passageway was pitch black, they couldn't see a thing. Tim was getting tired of walking and he sw this as an opportunity get it on with Brunhilda as the kids will definitely not find them here. He whispered, "Brun, honey.. I’ve suddenly got the urge to do those things we do rarely get to do. Thos lovely unmentionables- those brats will never discover us here.’ Brunhilda giggled shyly. ‘You know I am always ready for you…’ It was all the encouragement he needed. He whipped out his…

To be Continued...