“What a day,” thought Paula, as she sped down Marine Blvd. on her way to the bank, “it’s just one thing after another!” She knew that she was speeding, but what with the stop at the bank, grocery shopping, and a visit to the beauty parlor, she would be hard pressed to make her six o’clock appointment with her husband. Drinks, dinner, and the opera, if she could just get through the day, she might even get to enjoy the evening! She wheeled into the bank parking lot and practically ran through the front door and into the main lobby, and thankfully, for once there wasn’t a line, so she went directly to the teller window and withdrew two hundred fifty dollars. Back in her car, she put the big Caddy in gear and headed off to the market, paying little attention to what was going on in the back seat behind her. As she fumbled with the CD player, her blood ran cold when she glanced into the rear view mirror and was stunned to see a young black male pointing a gun right at her head! “Don’t make a move bitch, or I’ll give it to you right here,” he said with a vicious snarl! Paula froze, struck with absolute terror, unable to take her eyes off the menacing presence behind her. She was brought back to reality when he barked, “Watch the road you dumb cunt, you’re gonna crack it up if ya don’t pay attention!” Paula jerked her eyes back to the road and tried desperately to think of a way out of this jam. Finally she offered, “I have money, you can have it all, just get out, and leave me alone!” He laughed a derisive harsh laugh, and spat, “You rich bitches always think that money can buy you everything, well, bitch, this time it can’t!” “W-where are you going to take me,” she stammered, the cold hard facts now beginning to take shape in her mind? “Just keep driving, I’ll tell ya when to stop,” he ordered, “and just remember, I can take ya out any fucking time I like!!!”
They drove for about twenty minutes, with Paula following the directions her kidnapper gave to her. The neighborhoods were getting rougher and rougher, until finally they were in an area that Paula had never even seen before, let alone having walked through! “Pull over right here,” the young man ordered, “and get out of the car!” They had parked in front of and old abandoned building on a deserted dead end side street, a street that rarely if ever saw any police traffic. Even though her late model Caddy stuck out like a sore thumb in the dilapidated neighborhood, the chances of the cops accidentally running across it were slim indeed! With cat like quickness the young black man was out of the rear seat and right next to her when she exited the vehicle, and even though he wasn’t particularly big, when he took her by the arm, she could feel real power in his firm hand. Practically dragging her, he lead her into the vacant building and took her to the second floor where he had set up the living room as his bedroom. There was a fireplace for heat, some old broken down furniture, and an old mattress over in the corner. Not very hospitable to say the least! He threw on to the bed and grabbed her purse, dumping the contents onto the floor. He opened her wallet and pocked the two fifty she had just withdrawn from the bank, and then slowly went through her credit cards. He looked up at her and said, “So your name’s Paula, huh, ain’t nobody named Paula anymore,” as he continued looking at the rest of her identification. While watching him go through her things, Paula finally began to settle down a bit, to the point that she asked him, “You know my name, can you tell me yours?” Her gave her a quizzical look, and the answered, “Yeah, it won’t do you no good any way, it’s Lemont, my name’s Lemont!
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