twenty minutes later the girl started to cry, right there on the sidewalk, right in front of him. caleb couldn't look away. tears had always been mystifying to him. he liked looking at them, tasting them. truth be told, they made him hard. he once abhorred this conditioned response, but he was long over self-loathing. these responses, these reactions, were a part of him now, for better or worse. mostly worse he admitted with a smile and adjusted his erection.

what was it about such displays of emotion that just dug into his gut without letting go? pure lust rolled through him like a heavy ache bringing with it a strong desire to possess her, to have power over her tears. each day, he thought of her more as a slave than a riddle. though she maintained an alluring type of mystery locked away in downcast eyes.

his mind flashed with images of her sweetly innocent face awash with tears as he held her over his knee. he could almost feel the softness of her naked bottom under his hand, the surety of her weight pressed against his erection while he spanked her.

the fantasy was short-lived.

abruptly, a car pulled up in front of the girl. shit. he groaned as he willed the images away. he almost couldn't believe this was happening. some ass**le was trying to move in on his prey.

he watched as the girl shook her head, declining the driver's invitation to get into his car. it didn't seem like the guy was listening. she was walking away from the bus-stop, but he was following in his car.

there was only one thing to do.

caleb stepped out onto the corner, fairly certain the girl hadn't taken notice of how long his car had been parked. for the moment, she seemed too terrified to notice anything but the pavement in front of her downcast eyes. she was walking very fast, backpack in front of her, like a shield. he crossed the street and slowly walked in her direction. he casually scanned the scene, while moving directly in front of her, their paths set for a head-on collision.

it all happened so quickly, unexpectedly. before he had the chance to execute a simple strategy to remove the external threat, she suddenly flung herself into his arms, the backpack making a loud thud on the concrete. he looked at the car, the shadow and incongruent shape of a man. another predator.

"oh my god," she whispered into the cotton of his t-shirt. "just play along okay?" her arms were steel around his ribcage, her voice, a frantic plea.

caleb was stunned for a moment. what an interesting turn of events. was he the hero of this scenario? he nearly smiled.

"i see him," he said, catching the other hunter's gaze. stupid ass, he was still sitting there, looking confused. caleb placed his arms around the girl as if he knew her. he supposed in a way he did. on a playful impulse he ran his hands down the sides of her body. she tensed, breath caught in her throat.

the car and competition finally sped away in a cloud of smog and squealing tires. no longer requiring his protection, the girl's arms released him quickly.

"i'm sorry," she said in a rush, "but that guy would not leave me alone." she sounded relieved but still shaken by the incident.

caleb looked into her eyes, up close this time. they were just as dark, beguiling, and cheerless as he had imagined they would be. he found himself wanting to take her then, to bring her to some secret place where he could explore the depths of those eyes, unlock the mystery they held. but not now, this was not the time or place.

"this is l.a.; danger, intrigue and movie stars. isn't that what it says under the hollywood sign?" he said, trying to lighten the mood.

confused, the girl shook her head. she was apparently not ready for humor yet. but as she stooped to pick up her backpack she said, "um...actually, i think it's - 'that's so l.a.' but it's not under the hollywood sign. nothing's under the hollywood sign."

caleb suppressed a wide grin. she wasn't trying to be funny. it was more like she was searching for comfortable ground. "should i call the police?" he communicated with feigned concern.

now that the girl felt safer, she appeared to take real notice of him, an unfortunate, yet completely unavoidable moment. "um..." her eyes darted back and forth from his eyes, lingering on his mouth a bit too long before they darted to her sneakered feet. "i don't think that's necessary. they won't do anything anyway, creeps like that are all over the place here. plus," she added sheepishly, "i didn't even get his plate."

she looked at him again, eyes roving his face before biting her lower lip and looking down at the ground. caleb tried to keep the look of concern on his face when all he really wanted was to smile. so, he thought, the girl found him attractive.

he supposed most women did, even if they realized later, or too late, what the attraction really meant. still, these sorts of naive, almost innocent reactions, always amused him. he watched her, this girl, opting to look at the ground while she shuffled from side to side.

as she stood there, looking blissfully unaware that her coy, submissive behavior was sealing her fate, caleb wanted to kiss her.

he had to remove himself from this situation.

"you're probably right," he sighed, flashing an empathizing smile, "the police wouldn't be worth a damn."

she nodded slightly, still shifting from foot to foot nervously, even shyly now. "hey, could you-"

"i guess i should be-" this time he allowed his smile to take over his face.

"sorry, you first," she whispered as her face flushed beautifully. her performance as the cute, shy girl was intoxicating. it was as if there were a sign hanging from her neck that read, 'i promise, i'll do whatever you say'.

he should really be going. right now. oh, but this was too much fun. he looked up and down the street. people would be coming soon, but not yet.

"no, please, you were saying?" he regarded her jet black hair as she incessantly fiddled with it between her fingers. it was long, wavy and framed her face. the ends curled over the mound of her br**sts. breasts that would fill his palms quite nicely. he put an end to his line of thinking before his body rendered a response.

she looked up at him. the sun in her face, she squinted when she met his eyes. "oh...um...i know this is weird, considering what just happened...but, i missed my bus and," flustered she tried to get the words out in a rush, "you seem like a nice guy. i mean, i have projects due today, and i guess i was wondering...could you give me a ride to school?"

his smile was nothing short of nefarious. and hers so big he could see all of her pretty white teeth. "school? how old are you?" she blushed a deeper shade of pink.

"eighteen! i'm a senior, you know, graduating this summer." she smiled up at him. the sun was still in her face and she squinted whenever she made eye contact. "why?"

"nothing," he lied and played upon the naivety of her youth, "you just seem older is all." another big smile - even more pretty white teeth.

it was time to put an end to this.

"listen, i'd love to give you a ride, but i'm meeting a friend of mine just up the street. we usually carpool, and it's her turn to brave traffic on the 405." he checked his watch. "and, i'm already running late." inside, he felt a wave of satisfaction as her face crumpled. at the word no, at the word her. not getting what you wanted was always the first lesson.

"yeah, no, sure-i get it." she recovered coolly, but still blushed. she gave an unaffected shrug and her gaze moved away from him. "i'll just ask my mom to take me. no biggie." before he had a chance to offer any further condolences, she stepped around him and put her earphones in. "thanks for helping me out with that guy. see you around."

as she hurried away, he could faintly hear the music blaring in her ear. he wondered if it was loud enough to drown out her embarrassment.

"see you around," he whispered.

he waited until she rounded the corner before he walked back to his car, and then he slid behind the wheel while opening his cell phone. arrangements for his new arrival would have to be made.

one

i woke with a really bad headache and noticed two things simultaneously: it was dark and i wasn't alone. were we moving? vision hazy, my eyes rolled around, almost out of instinct, to gain a semblance of balance, recognition of something familiar. i was in a van, my body strewn haphazardly across the floor.

startled, i attempted to move all at once, only to find my movements sluggish and ineffectual. my hands had been tied behind my back, my legs free but decidedly heavy.

again, i tried to focus my eyes in the dark. both back windows were heavily tinted, but even in the gloomy darkness i could make out four distinct shapes. their voices told me they were men. they spoke to each other in a language i didn't understand. listening, it was a torrent of fast-speech, clipped tones. something rich, very foreign...middle eastern maybe. did it matter? my brain said yes, it was information. then that small comfort slipped away. seeing the iceberg hadn't stopped the titanic from sinking.

my first instinct was to scream. that's what you do when you find out your worst nightmare is playing out in front of you. but i clenched my jaw on the impulse. did i really want them to know i was awake? no.