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Ann's point of view-Tender

Tears fell from my eyes. No..not him...first Kong...then Jack...

I ran to the black car and started pounding on the window. "STOP! You can't take him away...please...Jack!" I cried.

He put his fingers to the window. He was motioning...that...he loved me. More tears dropped to the curb. "Jack...", I whispered, "I'll get you out of here. You aren't guilty. Nor was Kong."

The black car zoomed away, carrying my love to the dungeons, locked-up, and struggling not to cry for me.

I got up in a flash. The police only allowed me to visit Jack after two painful downstairs, I quickly called for a cab. "Take me to wherever the New York City prison is."

"Ya meaning to visit the police,hon? I ain't doin' that! That's like commiting suicide, that is!" The taxi driver turned around and stared at me crazily. I glared back and took out a bill.

"Now, this says a twenty on it. You would very well like this one better than a one, sir, wouldn't you?" I teased.

The driver with the unshaved beard cursed under his breath and took the twenty. Putting the taxi in gear, he started to drive off with me inside, clenching my hands until they were ghost white.

"I'd like to see Jack Driscoll." I asked the sheriff.

"You would, wouldn't ya? Well, I couldn't say know to a fan of his works. Second cell on the left." He opened up the door to the jail cells.

"Hey, hey, Mister Sheriff? I'm a movie producer, I have fans too!" the tied-up convict on the right was yelling.

"Ah, shaddup!" The sheriff slammed his door shut.

My eyes bugged in disbelief. The sheriff saw my eyes go from the convict to the bowl of gruel in his hands. Locking up the door, he gave me a weak smile. "Now, don't blame me, good-lookin'. I'm just doing my job, that's what."

We finally got to Jack's cell. I held in my breath. "You haven't fed him...you know..."

The sheriff chuckled. "Now, sweetums, do ya think I'd give Jack Driscoll my mama's puddin'? No, I give him the chicken tenders, my favorites." He unlocked the door and whispered, "Come out in a sec, I'll give ya a try of her tenders!" and he then slammed the door.

"Ann..." a raspy voice came from the corner.

I turned around. "Oh Jack!"

I ran to him. He wrapped his firm arms around me. Sobbing, we broke apart after daylights. "How can they do this to you..." I started to say.

"Ann...as long as you can visit me in here, I'll die happy." Jack put his tender fingers on my face, wiping off my tears.

"Jack! Don't talk like that..." I whispered, "You're not going to die here, I promise you."

He gave me another one of his goosebump kisses. After letting go, I smiled for the first time in two weeks. "Oh Jack, you're so handsome even behind bars..."

Jack chuckled and started wheezing. My heart slumped to the bottom of the bottom. The sheriff...

I got up. "Don't leave me Ann..." Jack's eyes pleaded for my stay.

"Oh Jack, I wasn't! I was going to ask the sheriff if I could live here with you. I'll learn how to cook, much better than those 'chicken tenders'-"

He laughed. "I don't want you to suffer behind bars Ann. Go home, and the only thing I ask is that everyday you come and give me one kiss, and I'll live on for longer than five years."

I knelt down. "How about your first kiss here huh?" With that, I placed my lips on his, and I was lost in a world of Jack, jail, and chicken tenders.

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