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HUNTED! Day 2

This is some more about why you may not hear from me for two weeks... School is in break It worked pretty good yesterday using a letter i had written to a friend so i guess i can do that again today. Different friend different day. Besides, i am having a real hard time writting... after last night...

Hi Sir [name removed]!

Sorry for the delay in responding. The beginning of this week was finals time for me so it's been hectic - but now it's even more frantic! You work hard, you gotta play hard! As a reward for doing so well in school Rob is giving me a week of bondage - y'know, where i get tied up for a week and never get untied for a second until the week is up - kinda. Actually, i will be out of school for nearly two weeks before the new semester starts so the deal is i get tied for a week and then some... when i will be released is yet to be seen. Once the week begins i stay tied until.... except i still have two jobs to work. [name removed] is in on the deal and he's agreed that if i make it over here then fine, if i don't then he knows why. i lost my job as a waitress awhile back due to conflict with school so i have been working in a fast foods place. During the week when i am scheduled to work there i will be released long enough to go to work and get back home. Rob has gotten a fair number of people in on this and right now i am in pre-capture. It's kinda like a game. Read about yesterday at http://geocities.datacellar.net/WestHollywood/Village/4800/hunted.html.

That describes yesterday until around seven in the evening. i am a hunted woman! i don't know how much time i have before those handcuffs find me and there will be no escape for a week or more. Do you think i have butterflies in my stomach? You betcha! i wanted to explain what was going on before i answered your letter. While i'm at it i will detail last night and this morning - so far - this part of the letter will also go up on the site. Why? Because i don't know how much time i have left in freedom. i've got to try to make every minute count! i feel like one of those people in one of those old war movies. i feel very much alive!

Last night, after i posted my two week farewell speech on my site, i decided it was time to get out of here, where i 'hid' most of yesterday. Rob had told me that some of his police friends would be on the look out for me so i had to be prepared to be stopped. Living in the country has taught me that having a gun around is not such a bad idea. Usually i keep one in my purse or in the car. Since i knew that i could be stopped by one of Rob's police friends on the way out of here i made sure that the gun was on the seat beside me - just in case. Around here, if there's a gun in the car it's supposed to be in "plain view". On the seat is considered ok. On the dash is better, but i really don't like driving around with it displayed like that.

i had seen Rob's truck go by here at least once so when i left i went the other way. Actually i would have preferred that he just go ahead and get me so the worrying part would be over, but on the other hand i'm having fun playing the fugitive. The more time i can eat up before getting caught the less time i have to spend all tied up. While i like being tied up, a whole two weeks of it is more than i can imagine. Someday i'd like to do a 30 day stint, but that's way off in the future when i'm living on some tropical island with the man i marry. Last time seven days was right next to an ordeal and while i definitely enjoyed it my body had a rough go of it. At this point in time two weeks of being tied up are going to be hard to do - besides, the way Rob is doing this, being a fugitive is a fun part of the game!

i had gone less than a quarter of a mile when sure enough i saw a patrol car parked on the side of the road. My heart jumped to my throat and i felt funny all over. The butterflies in my tummy went on nuclear revolt and then i saw it pull out behind me with blue lights flashing. i think i may have said something like, "Rob wasn't fooling!" and my heart began to hammer as re-runs of "Cops" the TV show began to play in my brain. i guess i went into denial because as i pulled off to the side of the road i really expected the patrol car to pull around me - it didn't. He pulled up behind me and was still, except for the flashing blue lights.

Getting stopped by the police is a fact of life. We can all expect for it to happen. Usually you try to figure out what you did, how bad it was, and if you have a chance of talking your way out of it. This time that was not the case. i knew that my boyfriend had sent them after me. i wouldn't be talking my way out of anything! Those handcuffs were going to be locked around my wrists and somehow i was going to spending the next couple of weeks tied up on the floor at Rob's. There was no way out! i could have gotten out of the car and ran, but supose this was a legitimate stop, suppose this guy was one of Rob's buds, but when he saw me running he decided i was a real fugitive! In the country they do believe in shooting!

"Ahh! Get a grip!" i told myself. This was not one of the movies on TV and everything was cool. i could have a busted tail light or something. This might not have a thing at all to do with Rob. Then i remembered saying to myself to get a grip and remembered the gun on the seat beside me. This was definitely NOT how i wanted to be stopped by a patrolman! Quickly i put both hands on the steering wheel to keep them visible. The last thing i ever needed in my life was some patrolman getting nervous because he saw a gun in my car! Time passed as it does when you are frightened. Everything seems to slow down and you know it's because your heart is beating like a drum, but it feels like it only beats once a minute. The world seemed a little lop-sided as i waited. Sweat popped out on my arms, legs and face. i could hear a ringing in my ears.

i wondered how he was going to do it. Would this be a regular traffic stop? Would the guy walk up and give me a message from Rob? Would he just make me promise to pretend like i had been arrested and to go home? That would be fine, but what if he did one of those stops like they do on TV? The ones where they use the PA and start off with, "Driver! Turn off the car! Put both hands out of the car! Throw your keys out of the car!...." and they guide the driver (me) out of the car, face away, back up, get on the ground, put your hands behind you. That has always looked scary as hell. Would i be doing that? Would i pass out from fright?

i dared a peek in the rear view. The patrol car was just sitting there. i don't know how long i had been stopped. It seemed a long time, but i knew that my perception of time was lost. The only thing i could see was the patrolman talking into his microphone. Not good, not good at all! This did look like a regular stop, maybe. i reviewed in my mind when the last time i had the sticker on my tag renewed. i was good on that. My inspection sticker is up to date. What else could be wrong? We sat there.

We sat there for minutes, minutes that dragged by. i was wanting a cigarette then, but i was afraid to take my hands off of the steering wheel. Talk about bondage! That's the worse kind, when you aren' t tied up! Cars drove by and stared, so i knew time was passing. Finally i saw a truck coming down the road. It was Rob's! Was i ever glad to see him! Of course all of that wore off by the time he got parked in front of my car, blocking me in. Rob was out of his truck and walking towards the window of my car as the patrolman got out of the patrol car and walked up too. i just sat there, hands on the wheel, and waited for whatever they were going to do with me. i hoped Rob wouldn't handcuff me in front of the patrolman, but if he did then that would be cool too. If he did do that then i could be sure the patrolman knew about Rob and me and getting tied up.

The patrolman stopped Rob before he could get to my window and had him stand in front of my car. The officer began by telling me that my "boyfriend" had asked him to stop me. He went on to say that i wasn't under arrest or anything, but if i felt like my "boyfriend" had violated any of my civil rights i could have him (Rob) arrested. This was all delivered in that friendly, yet official way that those guys have of talking.

"i have a gun in the car." i announced as soon as i could. You're supposed to do that, right? The patrolman did a double take and his hand flew to his hip as he took a step back from my car. He saw my hands on the steering wheel and looked quickly yet pointedly through my car for a split second reassuring himself, i suppose, in the thought that he knew Rob. He smiled and i smiled back my best sweet and innocent smile for him, nervously. Rob began to laugh and the patrolman did too. They got a little more casual and began to talk. i relaxed too and my heart began to beat more normally. i loosened my stiff-armed grip on the wheel and Rob told me to keep my hands on the steering wheel! My mouth dropped open as the patrolman turned around and also told me to keep my hands on the wheel. He asked me why i had a gun in the car and i told him i usually keep one handy, for protection. i gave the standard answer and he gave me the standard nod of understanding. i got a grin from the patrolman too.

The two men talked together in front of my car as i kept my hands glued to the steering wheel. That's an odd feeling thing to have to do, and i mean i felt like i really had to do it! As they were talking i began to wonder what would happen next. Would they make me get out of the car, maybe with my hands over my head? Would i be told to put my hands on the hood of my car? Maybe i'd feel what it's like to be frisked! Not good. Not much to frisk either. i was wearing shorts and a loose-fitting blouse with long sleeves. While i would have liked to know what it feels like to be frisked, like it or not, the idea of a patrolman, a stranger, doing it kinda worried me. Maybe Rob could get the patrolman to show him the correct way to do it? Naw, the incorrect way is better!

The men talked. i gripped the steering wheel.

It's hard to describe the feeling i had at that moment. It was like bondage - heck, it WAS bondage! There's a sensation there. There's a sense of loss, but there's something else too. The sense of loss is kinda out front, but this other feeling, the one no one seems to be able to put a handle on is big, bigger, biggest! It's a good feeling and it goes straight between my legs! Some might call it the Stockholm Syndrome, and they could be right, but it's a good feeling and one to be experienced! It's the old "i don't know what it is, but it sure feels GOOD!" feeling. Take the good, leave the rest.... words to live by from shevette.

Finally the patrolman had to go. He tipped his hat to me and got in his car and left. Rob was at the window of my car. He leaned in and gave me a big kiss. "Did you like that?"

i smiled and nodded my head. It had been exciting.

"Keep your hands on the steering wheel." Rob told me, then he came around and got into the car on the passenger side.

"i suppose it's started. i'm a prisoner now." i told Rob.

"Do you want to be?" he asked putting my gun on the dash.

"Yeah, i suppose so. This being on the run kinda gives me out. It's nerve wracking!"

"Get used to it because i'm going to let you go for awhile longer. i'm enjoying this 'capture' part. Aren't you?"

i giggled and admitted that it was fun. He talked for a bit and got back into his truck so we could meet at a burger joint. We ate and talked some more - reliving the adventure of the day. When we went home j came over and we had a nice night of watching movies on the VCR. After j left Rob and i made love before going to sleep, but before i went to sleep we laid out some more ground rules...

For one thing, i'm not to switch any more shifts without Rob's permission. i get 'safe time' from nine at night until four in the morning until i am 'officially' captured. That means i can go home and spend the night with Rob or j - just as long as i'm out of sight by 4am. From four in the morning until nine at night i am vulnerable to being captured. Rob could walk in here right now, if he was off of work, and spirit me away! At my other job he can't do that - until my shift is over. Needless to say i'm keeping an eye on the clock! At three i go to my other job. Rob should be in the neighborhood around five so i'm safe, for today!

You should have seen me struggling to get out of the bed at three this morning! Whew! There's a couch here and i think i'm gonna lay down for a bit....

Oh! One more rule, and it's a good one, when ever i'm in the car and the motor is running, i have to keep both hands on the wheel. If i get caught with either hand off the wheel then it's a spanking. If i change any more shifts or volunteer for overtime, un-necessarily, it's another spanking! Giggle

Now for your letter and it's a good one too....

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Let's do it to it!

VERY excited kisses
shevette

Captured!

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