Chapters 1 - 16 French Whines.
I’m not really sure where I last left off on posting, but this is the next few chapters that I haven’t shared just yet… I’ll have the story done by the end of the week… Oh and if you’re new to the story, things in Italics represent they are spoken in french and not understood by the english speaking main character.
French Whines… 17
By: CS Fox
I pushed at the window, but it didn’t budge.
“It’s no good,” I said pushing at it one more time. I leaned back and sat down in the grass. Should I risk a kick and break the glass?
The question was answered for me as a small rock went sailing right through the low window. There was a satisfying shatter as the glass fell. I spun around to find Caroline looking amazed at Sophie. My own mouth dropped open.
“Sorry,” Sophie said meekly. “It was a little loud.”
I checked the house. No movement. I grinned at Sophie. “Bad as me eh?”
She blushed. I quickly untucked my shirt to start trying to clear away some of the glass. I was able to unlatch the window and open it without hurting myself. The three of us climbed into the dark barn.
Nothing had changed since my last visit. There were stacks of empty bottles, big vats for stomping grapes, all the necessary things for running an ol’ time vineyard. The girls looked around curiously, but I pointed to the stairway heading to the basement.
“Down there, the cellar is where I was given the bottle.”
Sophie looked at it a little nervously, already feeling bad about the rock. “Does it have to be downstairs and underground? Is there anything we could find up here… like close to the window and doors in case we need to run away?”
Caroline was already doing a ninja creep toward the cellar. I motioned for Sophie to follow and reluctantly she did so.
I gropped my hand around at the top of the staircase and eventually found a light switch. The old lights hummed on and we started down the stairs.
“Do you remember where it is, or what it looks like?” Sophie asked as we were able to see the rows and rows of bottles coming into the cellar.
“I think so,” I said a little unsure. “We just need to look for bottles marked with a year from the 1800’s. I didn’t actually see where he got it from, but I know it’s in that direction,” I pointed to where I’d been led.
“Wow… there’s sooo much wine.” Caroline said a little amazed. She took out a bottle at random, looking at it curiously. “So what are we looking for?” she asked Sophie.
“Bottles with year’s in the 1800’s.”
Caroline nodded and put the bottle back. She didn’t quite seat it all the way in. She was about to pick another bottle at random, when the first bottle she’d touched slid out and broke on the floor.
I nearly jumped out of my skin hearing the crash. I ran over to the isle where Caroline was and looked at her embarrassingly standing above the dark purple mess. She tried to smile and shrugged her shoulders.
I frowned and walked back over to the isle I’d been searching. “It’s a good thing we’re in cellar…” I muttered aloud. “If they don’t notice the window upstairs, they’ll notice the bottle down here… Guess it can’t be helped.”
“I’m not seeing anything older then 1970,” Sophie called from another isle.
“Keep looking,” I called to her.
The three of us canvassed the cellar for the better part of a half-hour. Sophie was starting to get worried about spending too much time down here. The more time we spent, the more likely it was someone would notice we were here, or that Angelique would find out we were gone.
I was about to agree and give up when I started looking at the huge caskets of unbottled wine.
I noticed something a little odd, one of the huge casks wasn’t as dust covered as the others. I walked up to it and ran my hand over the wooden front. It wasn’t right, you could see something was amiss just looking at it. It didn’t look like the angle was right.
I pulled on the pour nozzle and the front of it came open like a big door. There were bottles inside. I smiled, this was promising.
I took out one of the bottles and smirked. “1832,” I said reading the label. “This is it,” I called to the girls. Caroline and Sophie rushed over to see what I had.
Caroline marveled at the cask like we’d found James Bond stuff. “He was really hiding stuff down here? This is the magic wine isn’t it?”
Sophie took the bottle from me and nodded to Caroline.
“Will it turn me into a boy?” Caroline asked with a smile. She reached a hand out for the bottle.
Sophie moved the bottle out of her reach, “Don’t you dare find out… You’ll probably end up diapered like Alouette.”
“What are you two talking about?”
Sophie just waved her hand like I didn’t want to know. “Let’s just get out of here,” Sophie said thrusting the bottle back in my hands. “We got what you wanted, let’s go before we get in trouble.”
I nodded, “Let’s get the hell out of here.”
I shut the casket and we made our way back to the stairs. I had the bottle with me and I was feeling pretty good about the whole endeavor… but a part of me felt like something was wrong, it’d been a bit too easy. I knew it was crazy to go out like this at night and I’d sort of come to terms with the notion that we would get caught, or face some trouble but the whole thing had been smooth.
We got back into the barn and went to the window, helping each other through. I kept the bottle close. Combined with my passport, I might be able to start an argument with some credibility in the morning. Maybe I could even arrange for a phone call and really make some progress.
We did our ninja sneak again and moved around the side of the barn and back down the driveway. We were almost to the road when we suddenly saw headlights coming.
Caroline dived behind a fence post, flattening herself to the ground. Sophie did the same on the other side of the driveway. I followed suit with Sophie and we all breathed a little hard, watching the lights head right toward the driveway and then turn toward us.
Sophie began to hyperventilate, and I did my best to give her some pats on the back without moving too much. A moment later, the car drove by us without stopping. I watched it go and realized something kind of weird. The taillights were smaller than most cars, and they were rounded… I knew that car type…
The driver side door opened, followed a second later by the passenger side. Two men stepped out and started walking towards the chateau. It was dark, and I couldn’t really make out the faces of the men.
[i]“You’re a good friend Leroy, you always know how best to solve these problems.”
“Heh, you’re just drunk you old fool. We’ll talk business in the morning.”[/i]
I heard them speaking something in French before they walked up the steps. The door opened, the light was turned on, and in they went.
I heard Caroline start to laugh. “Haha, I was soo scared I wet the pull-up you let me borrow Alouette.”
Sophie was still having a hard time breathing.
“You okay?” I asked patting her shoulder. I kept my eye on the house.
She caught her breath and nodded. “I thought for sure that’d be the police and we’d be done.”
I nodded, “Did you hear what they were talking about?”
“Drunken something, I couldn’t hear it very well.”
Caroline low crawled across the gravel driveway to us. “This is soo exciting and scary at the same time.” She said smiling. “It’s like the best sleep over ever! Hehe, tell Alouette I need a new pull-up.”
I looked to Sophie for a translation.
“She’s in her own little spy world fantasy, I’ll let you know if she says anything important.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Oookay…”
We ran down the rest of the driveway and dove for the ditch, making our way back to town. The further we got from the vineyard, the easier all of us felt. I still couldn’t believe it had gone as relatively well as it had. I know to think about it is to jinx it, but after the week I’d had, being cynical and expecting the worst was the only thing I could do.
Unbelievably, we made it back inside Angelique’s house… and there were no lights on. She was still probably asleep upstairs.
“That was soo fun!” Caroline said hugging me.
“Um… you’re welcome?” I said understanding some of what she’d said.
“You realize we just committed a crime?” Sophie asked seeming a little upset that Caroline was so happy about this.
Caroline smiled. “None of the sleepovers I’ve ever been to do stuff like this. Usually everyone just makes fun of me.” Caroline’s smile faltered a little but remembering something, she giggled, “You even broke a window Sophie.”
The three of us tried to sneak back upstairs to my room.
“I think she’s still asleep,” I whispered as we crept down the hallway. I still had the wine in my hands and I realized that if she were to wake up now and see us, things would get pretty hairy.
We tip toed to my door at the end of the hall and quietly snuck inside. As soon as we were in, Sophie let out a huge sigh of relief and sank to the floor, breathing easier.
“Oh my god we made it back… and we didn’t get in any trouble.”
I smiled. “I guess sometimes even I can get lucky.”
Caroline just offered her thumbs up.
We took a moment to change back into our PJs, hiding the dusty black clothes at the bottom of the laundry basket.
“You better do something about that bottle too, Angelique would freak if she found you with that right now,” Sophie said pointing to it.
I nodded, “good idea, I’ll just stash it in the closet for now.”
I went over to the closet and stuffed the bottle in the back, hopefully it wouldn’t be noticed there if Angelique went outfit searching in the morning. I pushed some old shoes and stuff around it, and I guess I nudged something else in the process because a small pile of boxes tumbled over.
It wasn’t that loud, at least it didn’t seem it. Sophie and Caroline looked at me and the slight mess of stuff, standing absolutely still. There was a slight creak on the floorboards from the other room. I panicked and started stuffing things back in the closet. Caroline and Sophie rushed over to help. We definitely heard footsteps.
I was about to shut the closet door when Angelique opened the door to my room and looked around.
“Girls?” she said looking in the dark until she found the three of us looking at her from the closet. “Umm, what are you doing by the closet?”
I knew what she was asking about… but I didn’t know if it would be a good idea to show her the bottle right now.
Sophie held up a box of wipes, “Just needed these! Alouette needs a change.”
I saw what she was holding and heard my name… I tried to whisper at Sophie “I don’t think I need a change right now.”
“Just make it so you do…” she whispered back.
Angelique shook her head and came over to us. She pushed the closet door closed and smiled, patting Sophie’s head and taking the wipes. “Sophie, you don’t need to worry about this, you should have just gotten me if Alouette needed her diaper changed.”
Angelique walked over to the dresser, and as she did, Sophie looked at me expectantly. Oh god, this was going to require me too… I gulped. Forcing myself to wet was not really something I’d wanted to do.
“I’ll change her if you need someone to do it,” Caroline said smiling.
Angelique looked at her a little awkwardly, “Um… no that’s all right Caroline, I don’t mind,” she said getting a clean diaper. “You girls shouldn’t even really be up this late, its past two.”
I had started wetting a little, but I wasn’t wetting enough to warrant a change. If she was going to buy this excuse I’d need a bit more.
Angelique set the diaper and the wipes Sophie had gotten on the bed. She looked at me expectantly and patted the mattress. I was about to get up when suddenly it happened… Maybe I’d pushed too hard, or maybe my control really was slipping that badly, maybe it was the god damn MSG from the Chinese earlier. Whatever it was, I suddenly felt it rush into my diaper.
It wasn’t like the feeling earlier today when I’d woken up and it was already in my diaper. This was completely different. I was fully aware of a warm wet something suddenly pushing out the back of my diaper.
My bottom lip quivered and Sophie’s mouth suddenly hung open. “You… you didn’t just?”
I began to cry.
Angelique got up and came over to me, “What’s wrong Alouette, why are you…” she suddenly smelt something a little off. “Oh… oh my. You really do need a change,” she said suddenly looking concerned.
“I knew it. She does poop in her diapers,” Caroline said with a nod to herself.
Angelique frowned at her, but took my hand, leading me over to the bed. “It’s okay Alouette… we’ll get you changed… it happened in your sleep again I bet. You really should have woken me up for this girls.”
Sophie was still stunned. She got up and went over to Caroline, who was just standing there watching as Angelique lifted up my night shirt to untape my diaper.
“It’s rude to stare,” Sophie said. Caroline was caught off guard for a moment, not realizing she was staring, she giggled hesitantly and scratched the back of her head.
“Yah… didn’t even realize I was looking that attentively. It’s probably best if I just run down the hall and change in the bathroom, my um…” she laughed at herself, “My own undergarment is a little wet… hehe, some joke huh?”
Caroline blushed and found her panties, going back down the hallway as Angelique began to change my diaper.
“I’ve been wondering how on earth you made it without diapers when I first found you. This is in no way an improvement Alouette…”
I was still crying. It had been a disgusting feeling. There was no control, it was scary in its own way.
Angelique wiped me clean and taped up a fresh diaper. She said a few things in French that had that ‘it’s okay, it’s not your fault’ kind of connotation to it, but they didn’t really help. She bid us good night and urged us to go to bed. I sat up on the bed still sobbing. It wasn’t till Sophie sat on the bed and put her arm around me that I managed to stop. Caroline came back in the room and apologized too, although I’m not really sure for what.
“You okay?” Sophie asked.
I nodded, “At the very least… I think she bought it.”
Sophie laughed a little, “Please don’t tell me that was intentional.”
I shook my head ‘no’ very firmly.
Angelique was heading down the hall to throw away my used diaper. She wanted to bag it so it wouldn’t stink up the place. She got to the bathroom and was putting it in a small bag as suddenly, someone pounded on the door downstairs.
It shook the three of us back in my room to reality. I rushed off the bed and looked out in the hallway to a surprised looking Angelique. She went to her room, and threw on a robe over her PJs before going downstairs.
Sophie and Caroline were quickly behind me, watching her go down the stairs.
“We’re sooo dead,” Sophie said quietly.
“Plausible deniability,” I said firmly. “Maybe it’s not about us.”
“ANGELIQUE!!! OPEN THE DOOR!!! YOUR LITTLE RUNAWAY HAS BEEN IN MY WINE CELLAR!!”
Sophie clutched at my arm. “We’re soo dead…” she said again.