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we’ll just get into the
Jeep and drive around. Look for signs of life somewhere. I figure
we can start out downtown and take it from there. There’s the
police station, the city building, and so on. Surely, there has to
be something. ”
    Erin nodded. “I guess you’re right.”
    Tom took a gulp of coffee and stood up. “I’ll go
start the Jeep so it can be warming up. Thanks for the
breakfast.”
    She smiled at him. “You’re welcome. I’ll clean up the
dishes.”
    Tom was intrigued by this young lady’s
resourcefulness. She would make somebody a great wife some day.
    He went outside and got into the Jeep. After he
started it up, he noted the fuel gauge and realized that they would
have to get gas soon. He wondered if the gas pumps would work
without power, then answered his own question. Of course
not—virtually everything needed electricity to work nowadays. He’d
have to either siphon out some gas from another car or—
    “Hold it right there!” a voice commanded.
    Tom turned to see a gun staring him in the face. A
man in his late twenties or early thirties was standing outside the
Jeep poking a gun through the open door, glaring at him with
malice.
    “Who are you?” Tom said, his heart racing.
    “Don’t you worry about who I am, motherfucker. You
just need to worry about how you’re going to do as I say so I don’t
pop you with this piece. Got it?”
    Tom had never had a gun in his face before in his
life. Nor had he ever been as scared as he was that moment.
    “I got it.”
    “Now, get out of the car, slowly. Don’t make one
false move or I’ll blow you away. I may just blow you away for the
fun of it if it moves me. Hell, who knows?”
    “I’ll move slowly. Please, don’t shoot me!” Tom
cried.
    The man roared with laughter. “What a pussy! You
sound like an old lady, you know it?”
    Tom was not concerned with what this guy thought
about him. All he wanted to do was stay alive.
    “Turn it off. You’re not going anywhere,” he said as
Tom started to get out.
    Tom turned off the ignition and stepped out slowly
from behind the wheel. The man backed away, keeping the gun pointed
at his chest as Tom stood up.
    “Now, let’s go see where my Erin girl is. I believe
you shacked up with her last night in there, didn’t you? Did she
give you a good blowjob? Or maybe she let you bang her from the
rear—she really likes that.”
    Tom, despite his fear, wanted to
punch the bastard’s smug face. What in god’s name was this
guy’s problem?
    “She didn’t do anything but sleep here.”
    “Right! And I’m the president of the United States!”
the stranger laughed.
    It was then that Tom realized this must be the
infamous Kyle.
    And he was even worse than Erin had described
him.
    Much worse.
    “Come on, shithead, lead the way. Slowly. And don’t
make a sound or I’ll waste you.”
    Tom led the way to the door. He considered spinning
around and trying to knock the gun out of Kyle’s hand, but knew
that only worked in the movies. This was no movie and he was no
James Bond.
    Tom reached the door.
    “Open it—slow and easy. Don’t try to be a hero.”
    Tom opened the door and entered, Kyle following
closely behind.
    They went through the laundry room and into the
kitchen. Erin was washing the dishes.
    “Well looky there! It’s my little girl-whore playing
housewife! How goddamn cozy!”
    Erin dropped the plate and spun around, the look of
shock, dread and terror on her face.
    “ Kyle! What are you doing here?” she
cried.
    “Why, I’m coming to take what is mine, honey. And you
know you’re mine, now don’t you?”
    “God, Kyle—let Tom go! He doesn’t have anything to do
with this!” Erin pleaded, staring past Tom toward his captor.
    “What do you mean, ‘he doesn’t have anything to do
with this?’ He has a lot to do with this! He took you in and banged
you last night! Now that wasn’t a nice thing to do at all, taking
another man’s woman and dissing me like that. No,