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From: dirtyoldman4syf@aol.com (DirtyOldMan4syf)
Subject: {ASSM} The Abduction of Britney 01
Date: Sat, 27 Dec 2003 02:10:02 -0500
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I actually started this story a few years back and got involved with others
things and never finished it.  Thus, I am posting a rivised version of the
beginning and will continue from there.  Please feel free to email comments and
suggestions, that's how Rex the Wonder Dog got into the story the first time
around.

Of course, this is a work of fiction and I don't recommend any of thing, and
all of the charcaters are strictly fictional.  ::wink::


It had taken months of planning and watvching.  I had to find a time when she
was off guard and without many people around.  Certainly, when she was on the
road touring was not a good time.  Way too many people around almost all the
time and a guarded hotel room.  No opportunity at all.

When she was in Hollywood also wasn't good, again way too many people around
her.  Likewise when she went to England, too many people coming and going all
the time.

Lousiana, however, was a different matter.  After following and watching for 13
months and looking for patterns, I found my window of opportunity.  Every day
she liked to run a couple of miles in the early morning.  When she was on tour,
in Hollywood, or London, she was often joined by others.  There was no way to
tell when she would have others with her.  However, in Louisana, she usually
ran by herself and usually ran the same route.  Thus, it became clear to me
that I would have to wait for one of her trips to Louisana.  I bided my time,
and after cutting a new album and then doing a 9 month tour to promote the
album, she announced that she was tired and feeling burned out and needed to
get away from it all for a while.  Looking very worn out she told one
interviewer, "I think I just need to disappear for a while.  I feel burned out
and tired.  Some days I wish I was invisible."

"Wonderful," I thought.  "Maybe nobody will question her disappearance now that
she has siad that."  Well, even if it wasn't questioned for a couple of days,
it would be too late for anybody to track what had happened.  She would just
vanish.

I waited a few days, again looking for a pattern.  Sure enough, every morning
about 6am she would set off on a solitary run using the same route.  This would
be easy.

I drove my car to an old dusty cross road on her route and pulled back just far
enough that she would not see it as she approached.  I had timed her and knew
how long it would take her once she turned off the main road.  I saw her make
the turn, got in my car, turned the engine on, and waited.  As she entered the
intersection, I hit the gas and clipped her just right, knocking her over and
into the ditch.  She looked stunned as I got out of my car and ran over to her
procliaming how sorry I was, was she all right, and all that crap.  Her eyes
were a bit glossy as she reached for the cell phone on her hip.  Too late.  I
grabbed the phone and quickly put the cloth across her mouth.  Her brief
struggle made her breath more deeply and the cloth did its work that much more
quickly as she fell unconscious at my feet.

I picked her up and took her to the car.  Oppening the trunk, I took out the
hand and ankle cuffs, attached them, put a nice ball gag into place, and then
chained her to the inside of the padded trunk.

Five minutes, just liked I planned.

And best of all, it was starting to rain, there would be no sign of what had
just happened.  I drove off laughing.

-- 
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
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