Date: Thu, 18 Oct 2007 23:53:38 -0400 From: math wreck Subject: kidnap me Disclaimers are uncool. anexperimat@gmail.com if you have fingers. This means italics. I didn't feel like making this a .html. I want you to break into my house. I live on 323 Redcrest Ct., behind the diner. The blue house. It's the place you pass going to work everyday, isn't it? Hell, you may have even glanced at my distant window from the main street, wondering if there is possibly someone ready behind the thick curtain... That's my bedroom in the back if you care to look. That second window from the right. But you're not going to come in by this method. I want to be just getting into the shower when you begin. This will be fairly easy. Park just to the left of the front and center of my house. There are plenty of trees in my front yard in full summer bloom. They will shield your vehicle from my father's window inquiries, should he suspect an intruder and discover you. The gate is just past my gray Lumina. There is ivy smothering the fences, as well as some growing above the gate's entryway. Make sure you put your hands out in front of your face and pretend to swat flies. Those spiderwebs are terrifying when they end up grabbing you square in the face. I got my dad to stop using that stupid bottom lock a while ago, so your only obstacle is at the top. Reach in through the left gap and gently slide the latch over - it's only being held by the fence that the ivy covers, so it won't be noisy. When my flimsy old gate comes free, make sure you take the weight off of the swinging end, so it doesn't scrap on the driveway asphalt. Slip in smoothly when it's propped open as far as you need. Now you'll be in my backyard. To your right are my back steps, with another flimsy entryway penetrating the crest. I always keep the outside screen door unlocked and the wooden door behind it open in the spring and summer. This will give you entry into the laundry room, which is the furthest from any of the bedrooms. Here, you can settle and calm yourself a bit if you need a moment in the hushed rush. I know you're new at this, so just keep steady and determined...Think of this segregated spot as a safe, temporary base. Here is where you need to be careful: As my father gets older he sleeps less and less. He should be sleeping for work tomorrow, but he's most likely watching TV instead. His is the room across from the bathroom, where you'll hear water running, and notice a streak of light at the bottom of the door. My bedroom door is adjacent to this one. Enter it. Hide out in my room while I finish my shower. Take notice of all of the standby LEDs that coat the darkness like stars. Stand noiselessly and observe the attention I've given my bedroom with glow-in-the-dark messages. I picked those sticky letters up from a thrift store a while back. You'll see that they spell things like "MOHIGEN" and "SIUVY". They stare back as you wait. Prepare yourself as you hear me shuffle. I want to warn you that my body will not hesitate to fight its capture. There in the darkness, you will be quite a surprise, and depending on how forcefully you grab my arms and cover my mouth, I will instinctually defend myself. You understand. If I could will myself to go limp in a situation like this, I would. I don't want father to "wake up" either. Everything might seem to be working against you, but please persist. So I will dislodge my crooked bathroom door through the dissipating steam, knock off the light, and turn to approach my own door - ajar as I left it. A towel will be loosely held around my waist, a damp washcloth slung on my shoulder. Back up a little - I might be able to see you. Yes, there, closer to that curtained window. I will slip in. I will unravel the towel from my waist and drape it on the door hook. The washcloth will softly hit the corner of my bedpost. This is your cue. What did you bring? Nothing? Well what are you- Oh, I see. Then lightly tackle me from behind, your rough clothing making sure to scrape my bare backside. Use your left arm to embrace both of my arms against my torso and sides as you simultaneously swing your right hand up to slam onto my mouth. Keep your palm partly under my chin to keep me from opening my mouth at all. You don't want me biting you. Pull me back into my bedroom and pause. Lift me as I begin to kick at your shins with my heels, but use one leg to wrap both of mine, restricting their pathetic movements. We are practically spooning now. Your body will be entwined with mine, so now it'll be time to whisper. Say "I'm going to take you now". Your breath might wrap around to my nose. You've been drinking, it might seem. Let's just hope that this doesn't increase your chances of getting stopped by the police later on. I mumble and you can't see it, but my eyes are darting everywhere. They will concern themselves most with my slightly opened door, which is handling the little iridescence of a distant streetlight through one kitchen window, angled out. My mind will be dwelling on appearance, countenance, and discovery: You won't give me a chance to flatten my hair and comb it with my fingers. It's a mess when it's damp like this. Trust me; you don't want to see it when it's done. My dick is the final piece in this observant puzzle, as its erratic flapping as I bump and weave my way through your grasp begins to harden it. I will be suddenly dizzy and embarrassed - snorting through my nostrils, forming moisture along the tops of your burly fingers. This action will snap your attention down - I'll cease struggling and squirming as I'll know that you know. So break my orders and immediately whisper, "Wait kid...you like this?" I will nod in your grasp, solemn. "I..." You'll be stunned at the unexpected reply. You'll let go and allow me to sink gently to the floor, feet flat, warm, and bare. Step back a little and pause. I'll turn and we'll eye each other's silhouettes in the darkness with only our breath to identify our living presences. Deciding here, you will quietly return from the path you came, from the pit and center of my night house and back to your alcohol and your fantasies and your forever job. Thanks for not waking my dad up. I'll flatten my hair down now.