Page 31 of Special Agent Jennie

Chapter Twenty-four

Lisa’s head pounded and her face hurt worse than her tummy. She heard the chortling, disgusting sounds of the men in the car and their plans for her evening. Too scared to make any moves, she snuck a peek out of the window and saw only the darkness of the night sky.

Tuning into the words passing between the two slimeballs that had forced her into the car, her heart raced faster than her brain could handle, and she had to bite the side of her mouth to keep from either throwing up or passing out again.

She couldn’t afford to let that happen. Already, the creep in the back seat beside her was making free with his hands, stroking her leg, and coming close to off-limit places.

Ignoring his attempts to wake her up, she heard him laugh. “I’m horny as hell tonight, Gordie. Can’t wait to get this pretty little parcel home to unwrap.”

“You keep your hands to yourself, Ham. She’s mine first. If I hadn’t helped you, she’d have gotten away from your drunken ass. Hope to hell she decides to cooperate. You know, I’ve found that with a bit of sweet-talking and priming, a girl with some drinks mostly pays off… know what I mean? She’ll be more apt to have fun rather than us forcing her to see our side of things.”

“Yeah, sure, Gordie. But I get to watch you, right? No taking her off by yourself.”

“Would I do that to you, Ham?”

“Sure would. You done it the last time we brought a chick home.”

“You mean the prostitute? Okay, that’s true, but this time you can stick around and see how a real man can make a girl sing.”

Lisa tuned out of their disgusting byplay. One thing she knew for sure, they’d have to kill her first before she’d willingly let either one of them near her.

An amazing thought overcame her about that time. She wished Lance were here. He’d put them straight… or even Kane. Wait… wasn’t he one of them? Oh, God. If only Jennie was here with her gun. She’d shoot these slimy bastards, and Lisa wouldn’t shed a tear. Knowing her pipedreams weren’t going to get her out of this mess, she braced herself for a fight when they stopped the car.

The one good advantage on her side – they were both drunk and she was sober, smart, and strong. Women’s wrestling in college had ensured she had more guts in her baby finger than most women in their whole bodies. There’d be no way these sons of bitches would take her easy.

When the car swerved as they took the corner on two wheels and screeched to a stop, she heard the one called Gordie swear. “Goddammit, I hit the trees.”

“Whatcha parking in the trees for?”

“Dunno. Fell asleep. Has she come to yet?”

“Fuck if I know. I dosed off myself.” Ham began pushing at Lisa to see if there was any reaction.

“I think she’s still out cold. How hard did you hit her?”

“It was just a punch. She must have a glass jaw. Come on, help me get her into the house. We’ll wake her up in there.”

“Okay. I’ll push her to you, and you slide her out on your side.”

Lisa felt the door she’d been curled into open, and her arms became mauled at by rough hands. No way could she gain any leverage in this position. She’d wait until they had her completely out of the car and then make her move.

Waiting for Ham to get out on his side and come around to grab her legs, Gordie supported her weight with difficulty. At one point his legs gave out and he fell backward, leaving her half in and half out of the seat. Rushing to get leverage, his feet again slid in the loose leaves, and she felt herself falling on top of his body. Not wanting them to know she was awake, she played dead, forcing her body to stay limp.

More ridiculous shenanigans later, the two of them began to carry her toward the house. At her legs, Ham complained. “She sure is heavy. Didn’t know she was so tall.”

“Shut up and just be careful. Don’t want her waking up all cut and sore. Wouldn’t be too willing to have some fun then. I don’t want to tie her down.”

“Wouldn’t bother me none. Know what I mean? There’s just one area on her body I’m worried about.” Ham laughed his sick parody of humor, and Lisa almost told him to shut up.

“Jesus, Ham. Cut it out. I hate that stupid honkin’ noise you make.”

Hurt feelings showing in his response, Ham muttered, “It’s the way I laugh, man. You know that. Don’t have to be so mean.”

Gordie’s legs dropped out from under him again and he sat back on his butt, his hands still clutching Lisa’s arms. “Wait a minute, let me catch my breath.”

“See, I told you she was heavy, didn’t I? But you never listen to me.” Ham sat back with Lisa’s legs resting on his thighs, his hands still holding her ankles.

“That’s ‘cause you never make sense, asshole.”

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