Rocket1010
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The Fugitives
The men ran through the woods and every so often looking over their shoulder to make sure no one was following them. They came to a steep embankment and proceeded to slide down the slippery slope to a car waiting at the bottom. Greg Johnson, aged 32 the ringleader, was breathing hard as he tried not to slip and fall sliding down the steep incline. He was followed by Tony Spatz age 30 and Marcus Wilson age 28 who also were breathing ragged as they ran hard and fast to the car that would take them away from the prison. They had bribed a guard with a $10,000 deposit into his private bank account to let them out after lights out. Once the deposit was confirmed, the guard quietly let them out a side entrance knowing they would not be found missing until morning roll call.
All three men were muscular with well-toned bodies from their rigorous stay at the prison. They dodged branches and large boulders on their descent down the hill with the hope that this would lead them to freedom. They all knew their freedom may only be temporary but it was worth it to get out of the hell hole called a prison. Greg and the other two men had no doubts that when the morning roll call was made, all hell would break out and there would be a massive manhunt for them.
Greg broke through some trees and spotted the vehicle below sitting alongside the dirt road. He turned to see the other men trying to keep up. He hollered at this accomplices to hurry knowing that the more distance they put between them and the prison, the better chance they had to get away. He saw the exhaust coming out of the tailpipe and smiled at the thought of seeing his gal, Jane Sprow waiting for them.
Jane sat nervously behind the wheel of the getaway car, engine running fearing that at any moment federal marshals would come screaming around the bend. She saw movement on the hill and smiled when she recognized the three thefts who were convicted of grand theft headed her way. When they got to the car, she moved to the passenger seat as Greg got behind the wheel and Tony and Marcus jumped in the back seat. Jane smiled widely at the three of them and then gave Greg a huge kiss on the lips. “Thank God you made it.”
Greg wanted nothing more than to take his woman to the nearest motel and feel her sensual body against him. He had not had sex in a long time and just looking at her breasts jutting out, made him want her badly. But he knew time was of the essence so he gunned the engine and the car roared to life down the dirt road.
When he got to the main road, he turned on the highway and drove more slowly now, taking care not to do anything foolish to attract attention. The men were laughing and telling Jane about their time in prison as they approached a small town. Greg pulled over next to another vehicle and the men jumped out and into the other vehicle.
He quickly took Jane into his arms, kissing her hard on the lips. “Jane you know where to find us. Come up in about two days and bring the supplies.” Jane gave him another huge kiss telling him she would be there with the list of supplies he requested. But it was evident to everyone that the two of them had other more erotic thoughts about getting together.
The three men left Jane standing alongside the road and headed into the mountains. Greg had kept it a secret as to where they were going so as to not let it slip inside the prison. Now on the open road he announced they were headed to a cabin owned by a friend of his. The cabin was in a remote part of the mountains with no cell service and very little interruptions.
As they got deeper into the mountains, darkness was throwing its shadows on the trees. He turned down a narrow lane and slowed the car to a crawl. Up ahead in the darkness was the cabin that was supposed to be dark. Instead it was lit up. He quickly killed the lights and shut off the engine. Greg sat in the front seat staring at the lighted cabin cursing his friend. “The son of a bitch said no one would be here.”
The three men got out of the car, careful not to make a sound and moved quietly toward the cabin. “Whoever is in there is in for a big surprise,” he mused.
The men ran through the woods and every so often looking over their shoulder to make sure no one was following them. They came to a steep embankment and proceeded to slide down the slippery slope to a car waiting at the bottom. Greg Johnson, aged 32 the ringleader, was breathing hard as he tried not to slip and fall sliding down the steep incline. He was followed by Tony Spatz age 30 and Marcus Wilson age 28 who also were breathing ragged as they ran hard and fast to the car that would take them away from the prison. They had bribed a guard with a $10,000 deposit into his private bank account to let them out after lights out. Once the deposit was confirmed, the guard quietly let them out a side entrance knowing they would not be found missing until morning roll call.
All three men were muscular with well-toned bodies from their rigorous stay at the prison. They dodged branches and large boulders on their descent down the hill with the hope that this would lead them to freedom. They all knew their freedom may only be temporary but it was worth it to get out of the hell hole called a prison. Greg and the other two men had no doubts that when the morning roll call was made, all hell would break out and there would be a massive manhunt for them.
Greg broke through some trees and spotted the vehicle below sitting alongside the dirt road. He turned to see the other men trying to keep up. He hollered at this accomplices to hurry knowing that the more distance they put between them and the prison, the better chance they had to get away. He saw the exhaust coming out of the tailpipe and smiled at the thought of seeing his gal, Jane Sprow waiting for them.
Jane sat nervously behind the wheel of the getaway car, engine running fearing that at any moment federal marshals would come screaming around the bend. She saw movement on the hill and smiled when she recognized the three thefts who were convicted of grand theft headed her way. When they got to the car, she moved to the passenger seat as Greg got behind the wheel and Tony and Marcus jumped in the back seat. Jane smiled widely at the three of them and then gave Greg a huge kiss on the lips. “Thank God you made it.”
Greg wanted nothing more than to take his woman to the nearest motel and feel her sensual body against him. He had not had sex in a long time and just looking at her breasts jutting out, made him want her badly. But he knew time was of the essence so he gunned the engine and the car roared to life down the dirt road.
When he got to the main road, he turned on the highway and drove more slowly now, taking care not to do anything foolish to attract attention. The men were laughing and telling Jane about their time in prison as they approached a small town. Greg pulled over next to another vehicle and the men jumped out and into the other vehicle.
He quickly took Jane into his arms, kissing her hard on the lips. “Jane you know where to find us. Come up in about two days and bring the supplies.” Jane gave him another huge kiss telling him she would be there with the list of supplies he requested. But it was evident to everyone that the two of them had other more erotic thoughts about getting together.
The three men left Jane standing alongside the road and headed into the mountains. Greg had kept it a secret as to where they were going so as to not let it slip inside the prison. Now on the open road he announced they were headed to a cabin owned by a friend of his. The cabin was in a remote part of the mountains with no cell service and very little interruptions.
As they got deeper into the mountains, darkness was throwing its shadows on the trees. He turned down a narrow lane and slowed the car to a crawl. Up ahead in the darkness was the cabin that was supposed to be dark. Instead it was lit up. He quickly killed the lights and shut off the engine. Greg sat in the front seat staring at the lighted cabin cursing his friend. “The son of a bitch said no one would be here.”
The three men got out of the car, careful not to make a sound and moved quietly toward the cabin. “Whoever is in there is in for a big surprise,” he mused.