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posted by
Ariala
on January 25, 2004 at 9:48 AM
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Here's my ending. But I think you should accept more than one entry and allow the bloggers to decide.
"Yeah, you can take me somewhere alright." The anguish in Jennas's voice was true and deep. "Take me away from all this shit! Away from Mr. Nobody, away from Trevor, that lying bastard, even away from the Dominoe's delivery guy."
"Man! You did have a rotten night, lady? Tell me where you live. We gotta get you some clothes."
The young policeman eyed Jenna for a moment, taking note of her red silk panties. Moonlight glistened off their white lace trim.
"I meant it, man. I don't want to go home. I want to run away. Where do you live anyway? Are you married?"
"Hell no! I just graduated from Police Academy-tops in my class. The babes are hanging off of me like I was Hugh Hefner or something. I take a different lady home every night."
"Don't you think I'm a babe?"
He gave her the once-over. "Sure, you're hot."
"I'm rich too. Are any of your babes wealthy?" He shook his head. "I've got 50 million in a bank in Jamaica. Have you ever been to Jamaica?"Again he shook his head. "What about it, then? Run away with me. We'll pack a bag and be on an airplane in couple of hours."
"It's a tempting offer, lady. What's your name anyway?"
"Then say yes. It's Jenna. But I can be anyone you want me to be. We'll lay on sandy beaches, drinking Mai Tai's. We'll fuck our brains out. We'll take a cruise around the world. Go with me."
He shrugs. "Let me call dispatch and tell them I'm coming in. I'll tell 'em I'm sick and need the rest of the night off."
Jenna moves over next to the police officer. "You won't be sorry," she coos in his ear.
As she runs her hands up and down his leg, he tries to call Dispatch. When he's done with that bit of housekeeping, he starts the car.
"Let's get to your place and pack your bag," he suggests. All the way there, Jenna fondles her new protege, and when they arrive at her house, she finds her way back to her side of the auto.
"I'll just be a minute. Stay here and wait for me. I won't need any help." She smiles nervously, recalling the awful mess inside her house--blood, furniture turned upside down, broken windows. If the policeman saw all this, she thought upon entering the house, his curious police nature might kick in.
Jenna ran to her bedroom, grabbing a red dress and pulling it over her head. She found a suitcase and began to throw underwear and personal effects inside. Within moments she was headed back out, careful to avoid broken glass that still lay on the floor.
She was panting by the time she reached the patrol car, excitement mounting over the possibility that she would get away scott free. All the way to the policestation, she rubbed her leg and tried not to think about how she came to have the 50 million. The half hour wait for her new beaux was excruciating. She stood in the shadows on the corner near the police station and waited. Would he return for her? Would he find out the truth about her and only return to arrest her?
A dark figure emerged from the building and walked toward her. It was him. He approached looking much different in his street clothes.
"Hey, you waited," he whispered.
Jenna let out a long, exhausted sigh. "Where's your car? Let's get out of here."
He took a step toward her, brushing back her blonde hair, then moved in for a long, lingering kiss. Then stepping backwards, "By the way, my name is Jeff."
Jenna let out a muffled laugh. "Jeff, eh? Okay, Jeff. Whisk me away to Jamaica and we'll be sipping Mai Tai's by this afternoon."
He winked. "I'm looking forward to the 'fucking your brains out' part."
She laughed. "Are all you guys so much alike?"
posted by
Passionflower
on January 17, 2004 at 4:08 PM
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