THE FIRST KISS (standard:adventure, 1867 words)
Author: Txgirl	Added: Dec 20 2001	Views/Reads: 3601/2297	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
ZOE HAS A FUN ADVENTURE WITH AN OLD ENEMY

The First Kiss Zack and I agreed to meet in the park to have a picnic,
while I waited on him I realized I had a crick in my neck.  It just got 
worse and worse, until I couldn't move my neck without yelping in pain. 
 When Zack finally got there he asked what was wrong.  "I can't move my 
neck; I have a crick in it."  I said slowly so I wouldn't move too 
much.  "Lay down on your stomach, I'll give you a massage."  He said. 
He sat on my back, gently as not to hurt me, massaging my back.  As his 
hands moved from my shoulders to my lower back then to my shoulders 
again I slowly turned the top half of my body so that I would be lying 
on my side.   He stopped.  I looked up at him, “What?” He asked.  “That 
felt good.”  I smiled and said.  Then I started to move my hips and he 
got up a little, when I got fully turned he sat back down, even more 
gently.  I leaned forward and whispered in his ear, “I want to kiss 
you, but I don’t know how.”  He whispered back, “Here let me show you.” 
 As he leaned forward we were rudely interrupted. "Isn't this sweet, a 
couple of lovebirds."  A strange voice said.  We turned to look at a 
strange man holding a gun on us.  “Hey, girl get up, and you don’t try 
anything young man.”  He said.  Zack got off me and started to get up, 
“Young man would you like to see if this pistol is loaded?”  Zack moved 
off me, “Come on girl, I haven’t got forever.”  I got up; Zack grabbed 
my arm and refused to let go.  “Now, young man your testing my 
patience.”  Zack reluctantly let go.  “Good boy.”  The stranger said to 
Zack.  The man led me to a car.  We were in a secluded part of the park 
so there weren’t many people there.  “You’ve got a small price on your 
head, I don’t know who you ticked off, but I’m going to profit from 
it.”  “Who are you working for?”  I asked.  “Some punk kid goes by the 
name of Dalton.”  He said.  “I’ll double what ever Dalton is paying 
you.”  I said.  He looked like he was considering it, “No” He said.  
“That kid is too dangerous to double cross.”  He opened the passenger 
side door and put me in the car. When he got in and started the car up 
I slowly moved my hand toward the handle.  As we turned a corner I 
opened the door and kind of jumped out.  I heard brakes screeching to a 
halt, but I didn’t look back.  I heard the car getting closer so I 
jumped over a fence; the car made a loud crashing sound when it went 
through the fence.  I had to find a way to escape, but before I could 
come up with a plan I ran into a dead end.  The brakes screeched again, 
and I turned around to face the guy, he came at me with tape. After he 
taped my hands he put me back in the car, “This time don’t do anything 
stupid.”  He pointed the gun at me.  As we drove down the road and 
passed car after car, stopping next to them at traffic lights, I 
wondered if he would really shoot me if I tried to clue someone into 
what was going on.  I didn’t want to take the chance. When we pulled 
down a side street all the way across town I knew that we were almost 
there.  We pulled into a long driveway that stretched forever.  When we 
finally pulled up to the house, it was actually just a shack; a man 
came out of the shack.  The man who drove me there got out and the 
other man came over to my side, “Watch her, she’s a slick one.”  The 
driver said.  “Duh, Dalton told you that before you left.”  The other 
man said.  “Bring her in.” I heard Dalton’s voice come from inside.  I 
tried to resist, but the driver shoved the gun in my back.  So I calmed 
down and quit resisting. When we got inside I saw Dalton smirking at 
me; I hated that smirk, cause that meant that he thought he had just 
won.  I wanted to hurt him.  “What are you two, barbarians, take that 
tape off her hands.”  He said.  Perfect opportunity, if it hadn’t been 
for the guy with the gun pointed at my back.  “What do you want 
Dalton?”  I asked.  “Your soul, your spirit, and your life.   I want 
your family to suffer, and most of all, I want you to suffer.”  As he 
said this his voice got meaner and deeper.  “Put her in the back room.” 
They led me to a room with no windows, one door, one light, and one 
chair.  What am I supposed to do in here?”  I asked.  “Nothing, just 
sit.”  Dalton said.  They shut the door and I heard the click of the 
lock.  Then I heard the door leading outside shut. For the next few 
days someone would come to check on me.  After what I guess was a week 
I finally figured out their schedule.  One day I figured out how to 
take the chair apart, I stood next to the doorway in wait for one of 
them to stick their head in the door.  Finally, I heard the front door 
open and then  I heard the click of the lock and pulled up the bar, and 
as I saw the head I pulled it down as hard as I could, he hit the 
ground.  I ran past him through the doorway and out the front door.  My 
luck, he was by himself.  I got in the car, and he was stupid enough to 
leave the keys in the car.  I turned the car around and drove down the 
driveway and turned left down the road. As I drove down the road I 
tried to remember all the turns he had taken.  I finally found a 
familiar sight and soon found my way back home.  When I pulled up to my 
house, it looked abandoned, I got out of the car, ran inside, and 


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