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Experiment Brady	By : EveKnight75 Category: 1 through F > Brady Bunch Views: 26163 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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When coming from the stairs, Greg and Marcia's room was on the left end of the hall at the left-hand side. When looking in from the doorway, the bed was pushed up against the center of the left wall, and the entrance to their private bathroom was on the right. The entire bedroom was decorated in crimson and black with a gothic painting on the wall above the bed and on the side wall where the window was. The moment the door slammed behind them, Greg slammed Marcia onto the door, and they started making out wildly. They started undressing each other without breaking their lips apart. Marcia grabbed onto Greg's shoulders for leverage, then jumped up and wrapped her shapely legs around his waist. He then proceeded to carry her to the bed and fell down on top of her amongst the crimson silk. When they finally came up for air, Greg jumped off Marcia, ran to the black marble bathroom, and ran back with a condom so they could continue with their activities under the watchful eyes and ears of the hidden cameras and sound recorders.
Jan and Peter were across the hall from Greg and Marcia. Their room was decorated in dark green and light gold. The dark green walls had golden swirls all over them, and the bed on the right had an old-fashioned gold metal headboard and footboard, dark green silk sheets with golden pillows and a comforter with the same pattern as the walls. The bedstand beside it was made of dark green marble with gold trimming, and an old-fashioned golden rotary phone was on it. There were letters, novel covers, and newspaper and magazine photo and article clippings framed and scattered sparingly around the room. The most unique feature was the golden mirrored ceiling. The bathroom on the left was made of dark green marble and green-and-gold swirled marble flooring, with golden faucets, towel racks, soap dishes, and other accessory fixtures. For once, it seemed that the middle Bradys had inherited the better luck and ended up getting one of the best bedrooms in the entire mansion. Right now, the two of them just stood in the middle of the room staring in awe around them. They had been the last ones to finish eating before and never really got a chance to take a good look at their room.
Alice's bedroom was next to Jan and Peter's, and it faced the stairway. The room was decorated in a cream and canary color scheme with no discernible theme or pattern. The twin beds had pale yellow cotton sheets on them, and the furniture was made of dark wood. The phone on the bedstand was an average beige dial-tone phone. The cream-colored bathroom on the right connected her room to Mike and Carol's room. Their room was decorated in the same standard scheme, only in white instead of canary. The room was the same as Alice's except it had light wooden furniture. The most unique feature was the canopy bed with white silk sheets and gauzy white drapes. Mike and Carol simply changed into their nightclothes, slipped into bed, pecked each other goodnight, and promptly fell asleep.
Bobby and Cindy's room was across the hall from Mike and Carol's room. When looking in from the doorway, one could see a queen-sized bed pushed up against the center of the right wall, and a dial-tone phone on the bedstand next to it. The entrance to the room's private bathroom was on the left side of the room. The room was painted neon blue, the bedspread was a purple and blue tie-dye pattern with matching pillows and quilt, and the furniture was painted neon purple. The phone on the bedstand was blue with purple buttons and blue numbers. There were two similar blue and purple abstract painting on the wall above the bed and the wall by the window. Apparently the hotel had opted for a colorful '60s theme. The bathroom followed a more neutral tone of the same color scheme, opting for lavender walls, light blue marble bathroom fixtures, and lavender and sky blue marble tiling on the floors. The shower curtain was a transparent version of the bedspread and seemed out of place in the bathroom.
Both teens looked at the bed, then at each other. "I'm used to sleeping by the window. If we share, I get the right side of the bed." Cindy looked to Bobby for his response. "Fine with me. I'm used to sleeping by the door anyway."
"Then that's settled. I'll go change in the bathroom and you can change here. I'll knock before coming out."
"No way! What if someone walks in on me from the hallway?"
"There's a lock on the door. Didn't you notice it before?"
"Not really. Show me, Miss Smarty-pants." Cindy rolled her eyes, walked over to the door, faced Bobby with one hand on her hip, waved at the lock with the other like a show-model, locked the door while still grinning at Bobby, then sashayed past him, swept up her nightgown with one hand, and slammed the bathroom door behind her with the other. At the sound of the door, Bobby snapped out of his daze and started changing.
Peter and Jan had finally snapped out of their awe-induced state and were arguing over their sleeping arrangements.
"I get the bed because I'm the girl! A true gentleman would concede and take the floor!"
"That's completely stupid and old-fashioned! That kind of logic may work on someone like Greg, but it won't work on me! Women's lib, remember? Deal with it!"
"Since when am I vocal about women's lib? I'm not Marcia! How dare you compare me to Marcia! You, of all people, should know better!" On and on their argument went, until a cold chill suddenly swept across them and settled over the room. The yelling suddenly ceased as the two started to shudder and rub their arms.
"Is it me or did it suddenly get cold in here?"
"It suddenly got cold in here. Man, am I freezing! And I only brought my thin pajamas along."
"Same here. Just the flimsy nightgowns and PJs. And the floor only has two small rugs. The marble is freezing."
"I guess neither of us can sleep on the floor then. We'll both get sick if we don't have a warm mattress and quilt."
"Right. Who gets to decide who sleeps on which side? I'm not particular."
"Neither am I. We'll decide after we change. Speaking of which, I can't stand this floor much longer!"
"Neither can I. But there's only two rugs - one on each side of the bed. The only two ways of changing without standing on the marble is either on the side of the bed or under the covers."
"Darn! All right, we'll grab our nightclothes, and rush to one side of the bed. We'll face away from each other, change quickly, toss the clothes towards the suitcase, and jump into our side of the bed. That'll be the sleeping arrangement from then on."
"What if we run to the same side?"
"I hope we don't. If we do, there'll be a rematch."
"Fair enough. But don't peek while I'm changing, Peter!"
"I'm not a pervert, Jan! All right now. On your mark, get set, go!"
The two teens ran to the suitcases and back. Jan had ended up on the left by the door, and Peter was on the right by the window. They both changed quickly, tossed their clothes onto the suitcases at the exact same time, and crawled into bed. Once they were under the comforters, they lay rigidly on their backs, said goodnight, and tried to sleep while ignoring each other's physical proximity in the bed.
Mike and Carol were snoring away peacefully by now, and Alice took this chance to check up on the kids using the special master key she had been provided with. She checked Greg and Marcia's room last, and was shocked to see them tangled together in the nude, snoring softly, but quickly got over it, shook her head slightly, and closed the door and relocked it. At least one set of test subjects could have their actions confirmed, and the team would know what to study regarding them.
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