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When I was out and about yesterday, I began jotting down a thing or two in my notebook. Before I knew it, I had a possible beginning to a story.
I would love to hear the opinions of you all on what I have written so far, and suggestions/ideas on where things could lead.
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It was five after eight when I pulled into the lot. Almost instantly a car pulled up next to mine. The driver turned to look at me. I knew it had to be him. The window on the passenger side opened, so I rolled mine down too. "You're late," was all he said to me. I opened my mouth, a defending excuse ready, but his window was back up before I could utter a word.
He got out of his car before I could even roll mine back up. He opened my car door and gestures for me to get out. To any passerby he seemed like a gentleman, but I saw the fire in his eyes and knew I made my first mistake.
Quickly I stepped out of my car and he closed the door. "Your keys," he said. I stared at him blankly. "Your keys," he repeated, holding out his hand.
Without even thinking, I handed them to him. He locked my car door and placed my keys in his pocket. My eyes followed the path of his hand and I couldn't help but notice the bulge in his pants.
He smiled, though his face quickly hardened again. "Let's go," he said, firmly pushing along the center of my back. As though through his will alone I felt my legs move...
I would love to hear the opinions of you all on what I have written so far, and suggestions/ideas on where things could lead.
~*~*~*~*~*~
It was five after eight when I pulled into the lot. Almost instantly a car pulled up next to mine. The driver turned to look at me. I knew it had to be him. The window on the passenger side opened, so I rolled mine down too. "You're late," was all he said to me. I opened my mouth, a defending excuse ready, but his window was back up before I could utter a word.
He got out of his car before I could even roll mine back up. He opened my car door and gestures for me to get out. To any passerby he seemed like a gentleman, but I saw the fire in his eyes and knew I made my first mistake.
Quickly I stepped out of my car and he closed the door. "Your keys," he said. I stared at him blankly. "Your keys," he repeated, holding out his hand.
Without even thinking, I handed them to him. He locked my car door and placed my keys in his pocket. My eyes followed the path of his hand and I couldn't help but notice the bulge in his pants.
He smiled, though his face quickly hardened again. "Let's go," he said, firmly pushing along the center of my back. As though through his will alone I felt my legs move...