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Programmed for Pleasure

Kim woke to the sounds of the door breaking in and heavy feet moving through the house. Before she could cry out in alarm they had pounced. To her horror she saw her boyfriend rise up to fight back only to be back handed and shot. The sharp crack from the pistol stilled any thought she had of resisting. She looked at Ronny laying next to her, his unmoving eyes staring upwards, a great bloody stain covering his chest. As the blood edged its ways towards her she jumped out of bed in horror only to be thrown to the floor roughly. Hands pulled her arms behind her back and placed handcuffs on, the clicking sound loud to

her ears.

She did not understand what was happening as she sat wrapped in a wool blanket in the back of the police car. All in a moment of time her world had turned upside down. She had been a sells woman working door to door selling perfume and cosmetics, while Ronny, her dead boyfriend, was just an accountant. They lived normal lives. She thought again about Ronny laying there a hole in his chest in their bed and broke down and cried. As the police car took her away she could see men moving in and out of her beloved house.

Kim was fingerprinted, photographed, and given an ill fitting jumpsuit before being ushered into an interrogation room. Though she asked several times no one would tell her what was going on and if Ronny was OK. In her mind she knew he was dead but there was hope in her heart.

She looked up as the door opened and two men walked in. The first, a beefy man, his sweat stained shirt and loosened tie looked at her and stood off to the side. Behind him was a gray haired man that made her think of her math teacher in high school. He sat down across from her with a folder. Opening it he cleared his throat before laying out photographs before her. “Miss Jones, we found your stash.”

Kim looked at the pictures in surprise, her kitchen, her freezer, filled with brick sized bags of drugs. “But I don’t, I didn’t,” she started to say looking at them and then at the older man. “I don’t understand.”

The other man comes forward his hands slamming onto the table and garlic breath washing over Kim, “We have been watching you. We know you and Mr. Jenkins have been distributing drugs hidden in your supposed make-up.”

“Miss Jones,” the other man broke in, “We know you are a little fish in a big pond. We would be willing to make you a deal. Give up your supplier and we will see the judge goes lightly on you.”

“Ronny? Distributing drugs?” She asked looking from one to the other. “I don’t understand. I sell make-up.”

“I see,” he replied disappointedly, “Think it over.”

She watched as the pair gathered their things and left her alone with her thoughts. A few minutes later an officer came and took her down to a cell.

Kim had never been in jail before and being thrust into a holding cell with three other women came as a shock to her. Looking at them she saw a pair of what looked to be prostitutes, and one woman who was curled up in the corner whimpering and rocking back and forth. Looking at her Kim heard one of the prostitutes say, “She needs her fix.”

A few hours later a guard came to get her and take her up to an office. Inside were the two men and a woman. As she was ushered in she could hear the gruff man saying, “How the hell we supposed to know you feds are running an operation when you don’t tell us.”

The woman turned and seeing Kim goes over to look at her, “Rachel? Are you ok?”

Kim looks at the woman not understanding but thankful to be out of the cell and nods. “What about Ronny?”

The woman looks at Kim and says, “I’m sorry Rachel… He didn’t make it.” As Kim drops into a chair crying, the woman turns to the two men and says, “They were partners for 5 years.”

She does not pay attention to what they are saying. Her world is focused on her dead lover. She knew he was dead back in the bedroom but still hoped she was wrong. Feeling a gentle tug on her arm Kim looked up into the woman’s face and heard her say, “Come on Rachel, its time to go.” Standing, she heard the two detectives apologizing profusely as she was guided out.

The woman leads her to a dark blue sedan and opens the passenger door for her. Getting in the other side the woman drives away through the pre dawn traffic. “I thought for a moment they were going to call and check on my story.” She glances at Kim and adds, “If you crawl into the backseat you will find some clothes to change into.”

Kim bewildered and in shock crawls into the back seat and finds a plastic grocery bag with a pale floral print dress, sandals, hair brush, mirror, makeup, and dental gum. As she changes she is aware of the woman’s eyes glancing back every so often, but the hatred of the jumpsuit overcomes her modesty. “Who are you? Why did you get me out? What’s going on?” Kim asked as she changed.

Kim started to move back front when the woman said, “Wait… Brush your hair, put make up on first and I will explain.” She settled back down in the seat, pulled out the brush, and started working it through her tangled brown hair. “Thank you Kimberly.” The woman’s eyes met Kim’s, “You can call me Sharon, Sharon Sterling.”

Kim looked at the eyes looking back at her thought the rearview mirror and said, ‘thank you for getting me out Miss Sterling.” She looks out at the countryside passing, “But you haven’t told me what’s going on.”

Sharon smiles slightly, “Well if you insist in calling me Miss Sterling you will just have to wait and see Kimberly.”

Kim looks down and says softly, “I’m sorry Sharon.” She feels bad for being stuffy to the woman who rescued her from the police.

“I have been watching you for quite a while. This may be a shock but Ronny was dealing and using you as a mule to deliver it.” She lets out a snort of laughter, “The police at least had part of it right.”

“No . . . I don’t believe you!” Kim said defiantly from the back seat.

“I didn’t think you would,” Sharon replies and slips a data disk into the player.

Kim watches as a holographic image of Ronny and someone else forms in the air between the seats. She hears him say, “Hey man its cool.” The other person’s back is to the camera and she can not make out his words but Ronny’s replies come loud and clear, “That stupid bitch has no clue . . . Hiding the drugs in the makeup was a stroke of genius. . . Don’t sweat it, if she finds out we’ll just waste her and find someone else.” He laughs and then, “Be cool here she comes.” Any love Kim had for Ronny died as she watched him.

The other figure walks away and Kim sees herself walk up, hug, and kiss Ronny. Instead of feeling a lump in her throat at seeing the tender moment, she only feels disgust. “Hi Kimmy, how was work? Sell lots?” he asked her.

Sharon turned off the playback and looked at Kim in the back seat, “He was using you Kimberly.” Patting the seat next to her she adds, “Why don’t you come up front now that you look presentable?”

Kim moved back up front and finished applying her make-up. She did not feel like it but she was raised to be polite. Sharon had rescued her and the least she could do was accede her wishes and look nice for her. Looking at Sharon she asked, “Why did you come get me out?”

“Oh Kimberly, you are too special to rot in a jail.” Sharon replied. “When the police raided the house and I saw you dragged out nude, I knew I had to come get you.” She paused and rested her hand on Kim’s upper leg, “Would you rather I left you there?”

Kim didn’t understand Sharon’s answer and feeling her hand on her thigh made her feel uncomfortable. But instead of moving away she just looked down at it, “No.” She yawned and looked out at the countryside, “Where are we going now?”

Sharon smiled a twinkle in her eye, “I am taking you to a safe house.” If Kim had been looking at her she would have seen an odd look in Sharon’s eyes. “We will be there shortly and then you can rest.”

Kim looked at Sharon and smiled, “That would be nice, I am a bit tired.” She rested her hand on top of Sharon’s and said, “Thank you again for getting me out. I wish there is someway to repay you.”

Rotating her hand and grasping Kim’s, Sharon replied, “I’m sure I can think of something.” She gives it a squeeze before letting go. “Just a few minutes more…” She said as she disengaged the computer controls and manually drove the car.

Kim watches as they exit the highway and turn west. Soon they are driving through rolling hills with the mountains visible in the distance. She watched as Sharon pulled off the main road and up a long winding driveway covered in gravel. The car stopped before a gate and Kim could see to the left and right a high fence disappearing into the woods with scull and crossbones signs on it

Sharon smiled as she punched in a code and the gate opened. “Safe at last,” she said as they drove through, the gate closing behind them.