Chapter 7
Callie:
The inside of the small, dark apartment smells of mildew and mold. The furniture probably has been here since the sixties. My two kidnappers walk me over a dirty-green shag carpet and pass me off to a mousy, middle-aged woman. She rises out of a mustard chair and leads me to one of the bedrooms. There, she opens a drawer and hands me an oversized flannel shirt, huge sweat pants, and a towel.
“Clean yourself.” Frowning, she opens a bathroom door, turns on the light, and unveils pink toilet, pink sink, and pink tiles. The lime green shower curtain dotted with Florida seashells is the pièce de résistance.
When she leaves, I peel off my filthy clothes, step in the dirty tub, and shake. Dirt rains from my body and out of my hair. When done, I twist both cold and hot ceramic handles, pull the mildewed curtain across the length of the tub, and lift the shower knob.
Trying to keep water off my head wound, I wash gently with a harsh soap until the water runs clean. My mind wanders to all the times and positions me and Lucky made love in the shower. Will his hand ever again caress my breasts while he whispers in my ear? Will he tickle me and tell me funny jokes in his Aussie accent?
“Hurry on.” The woman knocks on the door.
I turn off the shower and barely have time to dress before she enters. Sadly, I glance down at my ruined sandals and slip them on as well. Those will be the least of my worries if I don’t soon break free.
“Come with me.” She sits down at a Formica table pushed against the kitchen wall. The time on the microwave reads six pm.
Less than twelve hours ago, I was laughing and opening presents with my friends. It seems like a lifetime. I pick at the slice of pepperoni pizza set in front of me but force it down. When finished, I’m led into a white van with tinted windows, the license plates so dirty they’re unreadable.
Again, my hands are tied behind my back. The two men exit the building and again, we take to the road, but this time with the woman sitting next to me.
“Stay quiet and you’ll be fine. Sleep or something.” She searches her purse, pulls out a pair of wide metallic-framed sunglasses, and places them on my nose.
I moan internally at the facial-recognition blockers. Even if there’s an Amber alert, no toll camera will be able to match me.
When the driver turns south on I-95, I figure we’re headed to DC. Hopefully, by then, I’ll have some kind of plan. In the meantime, perhaps I can learn my kidnapper’s agenda.
I direct my question to the woman in charge. “What do you want with me?”
Her brows raise. “To turn off the EMF in Blue Plains. Can you do it?”
Sweating profusely, I steady my voice and lie. “Yes, but the entrance is well guarded. The control panel even more so but that’s the only place I can override the remote controls.”
“Don’t worry. We’ll get you to the panel. After, it’s up to you whether you live or die.” She turns her head out the window, ending our conversation.
Despite my vow to stay awake, the unending thruway lulls me to sleep.
Again, I dream of Lucky. When he makes love, he has so many flavors it’s hard to pick the one I like best. Playful Aussie is my favorite, I think.
The last time we made love, he tickled me until I cried uncle. When he stopped, I waited until a critical moment and counter-attacked under his armpits. He rolled on top, pinned my arms overhead and spread my legs wide with his knees.
“Give up, luv?”
I giggled. “For now. Until you have your guard down.”
“Then, pretty sheila, I’ll have to hold you in place forev-ah.”
Deeper into the fantasy, he bends his elbows until his mouth covers mine and his tongue demands entrance. I open, he explores, then I suck hard.
Eyes merry, he nips my lower lip, his hands cup my naked breasts, and it gets serious real fast. My hands can’t get enough of his skin. I love the feel of his pecs, his back, and his cock which I wrap my fist around.
The black centers of his eyes grow wide. “I fookin’ love you so much.”
He rolls onto his back, taking me with him. On his stomach, I kiss down his chest until I reach the silky tip of his hard, swollen length.
I take as much as I can into my mouth, holding his base, enjoying pleasing him so much my sex swells in hot juices. When I try to bring him to his release, he gently slips an index finger into the side of my mouth.
“Let me do this for you, Loch.”
