I'm really sorry for how long this took!! Thank you all who are patient
with me and are still reading, you guys rock the world! Sorry it is sooo
short. I'm really busy and this is all I could get out right now.
Besides, I'm suffering from a serious case of Writer's Block.Anybody gotta
cure?
We crept behind bushes towards the garage. There were numerous guards patrolling the gardens but none of them were really paying attention. One was even watching a soccer game on a tiny hand-held TV. I smiled at his stupid ness. As we neared the entrance the guards became less and less. I guess they don't think that anybody can get past all those other guards. I thought to myself.
We arrived 5 feet from the door to the garage and Vaughn turned to me. "Okay Syd, I'm really sorry but I'm gonna have to make this look real okay?" He said with a look of sadness in his eyes. I nodded and he took out a pair of handcuffs. Hooking them onto my wrists he grabbed me and threw me into view of the security camera. I feigned a look of pain and he shoved me again. Then he slid his card-key through the slot and the doors opened.
Before me were rows and rows of beautiful sports cars ranging from BMW to Ford Mustangs. I had always loved fast cars, as a child my father told me that I had gasoline in my veins. I had taken a mechanics class in high school and my first job was at a mechanic shop. Vaughn dragged me over to a beautiful BMW Z4 and opened the door. He brought me around to the passenger's side and carefully put me in. He hooked my seatbelt, letting his hand linger across my waist. I smiled at him and he slammed the door, getting into the driver's seat.
He put the key, that was located under the floor mat, in the ignition and started up the car. He turned to me, unhooked my handcuffs, and I leaned forward to kiss him. It was longer than I had expected and involved a little tongue. He broke away and gave me this cute, goofy grin. Then he stepped on the gas and we sped out of the garage. When we were speeding towards a pair of steel gates I let out a small scream but they started to open when Vaughn pressed a button on the ceiling. We sped out and into freedom. After we had driven around for awhile, losing our invisible followers we arrived at a small set of beach cabins. The were right on shore and they were very private.
Vaughn helped me out of the car and we walked toward the office. A bell rang as we stepped inside and a greasy looking man came out from a back room. I was exhausted so I sat in one of the chairs by the window. A candy machine filled with M&M's, Jelly Bellies, and gumballs was located beside me. I reached into Vaughn's coat pocket to find 75 cents. I put a quarter into each slot and down poured some candy out of each. I took these and sat waiting for him to come back while eating the candies. I had forgotten that I hadn't eaten for at least 2 days.
Vaughn turned to me, dangling a key and I stood up. The manager looked at me with a greasy smirk and I realized that I was hardly dressed for public. "Shall we?" Vaughn asked, leading me away from the manager and out of the door. I offered him a purple M&M once we got outside.
"I hope you don't mind, I borrowed 75 cents from you pocket." I said. He started to laugh, a genuine, happy laugh like he used to when I would say something that Francie did back when we were agent and handler. It sounded so nice and normal. He slid his arms around my waist and we walked down the pavement to our little cabin. He handed me the keys and I unlocked the door. I opened it and before I could see what was inside he had picked me up and was carrying me across the threshold. Even though we weren't married I still felt giddy and happy.
He flung me onto the bed and I sat up against the pillows. He sat beside me, both of us looking out the window. Then I heard a click behind me which I knew was a gun. Oh God no.what more could go wrong? I thought as Vaughn looked at me. I hoped it wouldn't be the last time.
TBC.
We crept behind bushes towards the garage. There were numerous guards patrolling the gardens but none of them were really paying attention. One was even watching a soccer game on a tiny hand-held TV. I smiled at his stupid ness. As we neared the entrance the guards became less and less. I guess they don't think that anybody can get past all those other guards. I thought to myself.
We arrived 5 feet from the door to the garage and Vaughn turned to me. "Okay Syd, I'm really sorry but I'm gonna have to make this look real okay?" He said with a look of sadness in his eyes. I nodded and he took out a pair of handcuffs. Hooking them onto my wrists he grabbed me and threw me into view of the security camera. I feigned a look of pain and he shoved me again. Then he slid his card-key through the slot and the doors opened.
Before me were rows and rows of beautiful sports cars ranging from BMW to Ford Mustangs. I had always loved fast cars, as a child my father told me that I had gasoline in my veins. I had taken a mechanics class in high school and my first job was at a mechanic shop. Vaughn dragged me over to a beautiful BMW Z4 and opened the door. He brought me around to the passenger's side and carefully put me in. He hooked my seatbelt, letting his hand linger across my waist. I smiled at him and he slammed the door, getting into the driver's seat.
He put the key, that was located under the floor mat, in the ignition and started up the car. He turned to me, unhooked my handcuffs, and I leaned forward to kiss him. It was longer than I had expected and involved a little tongue. He broke away and gave me this cute, goofy grin. Then he stepped on the gas and we sped out of the garage. When we were speeding towards a pair of steel gates I let out a small scream but they started to open when Vaughn pressed a button on the ceiling. We sped out and into freedom. After we had driven around for awhile, losing our invisible followers we arrived at a small set of beach cabins. The were right on shore and they were very private.
Vaughn helped me out of the car and we walked toward the office. A bell rang as we stepped inside and a greasy looking man came out from a back room. I was exhausted so I sat in one of the chairs by the window. A candy machine filled with M&M's, Jelly Bellies, and gumballs was located beside me. I reached into Vaughn's coat pocket to find 75 cents. I put a quarter into each slot and down poured some candy out of each. I took these and sat waiting for him to come back while eating the candies. I had forgotten that I hadn't eaten for at least 2 days.
Vaughn turned to me, dangling a key and I stood up. The manager looked at me with a greasy smirk and I realized that I was hardly dressed for public. "Shall we?" Vaughn asked, leading me away from the manager and out of the door. I offered him a purple M&M once we got outside.
"I hope you don't mind, I borrowed 75 cents from you pocket." I said. He started to laugh, a genuine, happy laugh like he used to when I would say something that Francie did back when we were agent and handler. It sounded so nice and normal. He slid his arms around my waist and we walked down the pavement to our little cabin. He handed me the keys and I unlocked the door. I opened it and before I could see what was inside he had picked me up and was carrying me across the threshold. Even though we weren't married I still felt giddy and happy.
He flung me onto the bed and I sat up against the pillows. He sat beside me, both of us looking out the window. Then I heard a click behind me which I knew was a gun. Oh God no.what more could go wrong? I thought as Vaughn looked at me. I hoped it wouldn't be the last time.
TBC.