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his cheek, forehead and
lastly his nose.   Even an idiot would have
released her.   When he did, her body
landed with a thump on his stomach forcing his intestines into his throat.    Completely obliterating his defense
mechanisms allowed her fingers to wrench his hair and repeatedly bash an
already throbbing head against the floor.
               
                Though he was tired, very tired, and
hurt in assorted places, all thanks to the beast on top of him, Jake couldn't
help but admire the young man's spunk.   A
flickering thought quickly followed by the urge for revenge. The time was long
overdue to show the mini beast who was boss.   Out of breath and energy, using a thrust he fully intended to be
painful, his fist connected with jawbone.   Stars flickered briefly, before the shade of darkness lowered sending
Jordan with a thump to one side.                          

 
 
    CHAPTER 3

 
 
    Upon
plucking the limp body from the floor, to his utter shock, Jake's hands
accidentally grazed bountiful breasts, the incident giving him pause.
Unbelievable as it seemed, beneath the dirt, grease and horrid smell was a
female, of all things.   Tonight when he
believed he might get lucky, he should have known better.

 
    He
was living his worst nightmare.   A woman
was the least of his expectations, the discovery costing him a few seconds of
control before returning to being damn ornery.   Envisioning a female prisoner, seething ruptured into cussing, so much
for his interrogation plans he spewed inwardly.   Obviously, she was a real bitch, and he'd known enough of that breed to
last a lifetime.   Well, she'd pay for
stealing his moment of glory, if it was the last thing he did, yes, indeed.

 
    Troubling
him now was, though sorely tempted a few times, Jake never struck a woman then
again the wild cat had it coming he tried to persuade himself.   Mixed feelings obliterated the moment he
frisked her and uncovered a knife typically carried by gang members.    Now he was convinced she was dangerous.   God only knew her capabilities, or, as he
fully intended to find out, what she'd already done.   

 
    Stolen
glances in the rear view mirror were unsuccessful in determining her age due to
the layers of filth.   Besides age didn’t
matter, he was too busy wondering why a woman would allow herself to look so
appalling.   Possibly her face was scared,
pock marked or disfigured, he reasoned.    Not only was her hair an undecipherable color but also stuck out in
sprigs here and there, cut within one inch of the scalp as if, with no thought
at all, someone had snipped it.   She
weighed no more than a hundred pounds.   Slinging, her over his shoulder had been too easy. Mulling her condition
over in his mind, he concluded, she was nothing more than another punk junky
making deliveries for daily fixes.   Well,
he thought self-righteously, she'd talk and soon when withdrawal symptoms hit.

 
      By the time, he tossed his prisoner onto the
back seat of a weather-beaten, sixty-nine Mustang the sunrise had peaked over
the horizon.   Hiding his prisoner
becoming top priority masked the dawn's early light that gradually exposed the
immensity of the decade neighborhood.    

 
    The
moment Jake arrived at his apartment, unable to cope with the horrid odor
another second, he dumped the still unconscious body on the bathroom floor and
handcuffed her wrist to the sink leg alongside the toilet.   Appraising the close quarters, he concluded
he had allowed sufficient freedom to use the facilities, although the stench
assailing him made him doubt she knew how.  

 
    Entering
the kitchen Jake went directly to the refrigerator to snatch a can of beer, his
mind set firm that his prisoner would remain impounded until she showered,
brushed her teeth, and changed into clean clothing before he began his
interrogation.   Moreover, once made up,
Jake’s mind never wavered a