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From: "Davis Irons" <davis3413@hotmail.com>
Subject: {ASSM} Hide and Seek (Part 1) {Davis} (Wife, Exhib)
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Author: Davis
Title: Hide and Seek (Part 1 of 9)
Summary: Tara begins her search for her abducted
husband.
Keywords: wife, Exhib

This story was written with the help of my wife playing the
part of Tara.  The guesses to the clues are hers. She has
enjoyed reading about the things that happened to her.  We
hope you do to.

Send any comments to davis3413 @ hotmail.com



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"Hello...." Tara's voice slurred as she spoke into the
handset of the AT&T phone that sat on her bedside table.
Moments earlier she had been welcoming in her day off by
sleeping soundly through the early morning hours.  The
irritation in her voice was covered only slightly by her
groggy stupor.

A stern, monotone voice replied, "Tara, what I am about to
tell you is no joke.  It is very real and deadly serious.  You
are to listen to what I say without interruption or Wayne
will suffer because of it.  Do you understand?"

Her mind could not grasp the statement it had just heard.
"What...wha...who is this?"

"Tara, what this is, is a chance for you to save your
husband a lot of pain by cooperation.  Who I am is of no
concern of yours.  All you need to know is that I have your
husband here with me.  He is ok and is in no immediate
danger.  That will remain true as long as you cooperate.
Are you ready to listen, yet?"

"What have you done to my husband....who do you think
you are...let him go....I'm calling the police....."

In the background Tara her husband voice as it cried out in
pain.  "Wayne!! What's going on??"

The voice picked up again, "Tara, that sound was Wayne in
a state of, shall we say, mild discomfort.  You will not be
calling anyone - not the police, no family or friends - or
your husband will be hurting a lot more in the near future."

"Ok, ok...I'm sorry just please don't hurt him again...I'll
do whatever you want.  Just don't hurt him any more..."

"Good, that's better, Tara.  Now that you are ready to
listen, let me tell you what is about to happen.  First, again I
have your husband and will continue to hold him until our
little game is over.  Second, I expect your full cooperation
at all times.  Any deviation for the task that you have to do
will result in Wayne's being tortured.  Third, you will be
under observation the whole time.  If you attempt to make
any contact with anyone not involved in the game, I will
end the game and you will never see your husband again.
Are you clear on all of those details?  I want a simple yes or
no from you."

"Yes"

"Good.  Then here is how this game is going to work.  I
will provide you with clues on where Wayne and I are.
You must guess your husband's location.  Each time you
guess incorrectly I will provide you with one more clue.
However, to earn the next clue, you will have to complete a
challenge that I assign to you.  Once completed you will get
another clue and be able to guess again.  We keep playing
until he is found.  Do you understand?"

"I think so.  But what kind of tasks will I have to do?"

"The tasks will be whatever I decide.  No limits and no
promises, other than to say that the longer the game goes on
the more challenging the tasks will become.  Now, are you
ready for your first clue?"

"Yes sir, I am."

"Here it is:  'landmark'."

"That's not fair.  You haven't told me anything.  Are their
any boundaries?  I don't know what city or state it's in.  Is it
even in the country?"

"Sorry, no explanation of the clues.  They are what they
are.  Just keep playing and pay attention and as the game
goes along they will point you right to us.  The better you
are at solving the riddle, the sooner this will all end.  So,
what is your guess?"

"I don't know.... a landmark.... I don't know.... All I can
think of is the Statue of Liberty."

"I am so sorry.  We are not at the Statue of Liberty.  But
that was a good start for you.  Now, to earn another clue,
you must complete my first task for you.  Go outside and
look on the windshield of your car.  You will find an
envelope containing the directions to the location of your
first challenge.  Follow the directions of the individual that
greets to there.  Tell that person nothing about this game.
He/She knows only what is needed to fulfill his/her role.
Once you have completed the task at that location, I will
contact you with your next clue.  You have 1 hour to arrive
at the assigned location.  Goodbye."

The line went dead.  Tara slipped on her robe as she sprang
from the bed and on shaky legs stumbled her way out of the
bed and down the stairs to the front door.  When she
opened the door she saw the promised package under the
driver's side wiper of her blue Volkswagen Jetta.  Her eyes
scanned the document and realized her destination was in
the Buckhead region of metro-Atlanta.  From her suburban
home, it was easily a 40-minute drive. But it was Atlanta.
Traffic was always un-predictable.  Any hint of bad luck
and her trip could be over the allotted hour in an instant.
She had to hurry.

52 minutes later, Tara pulled into the parking lot of
Headshots Studio.  The owner of the establishment opened
the door as she approached.

"You must be Tara."  She pensively nodded in
acknowledgment.

"Great my name is Michael Romeo.  I'm set up and ready
to get going.  Someone must really want some portraits of
you.  The studio is all yours.  Just go into the back there.
Angie, my stylist is waiting for you.  She's got all the
outfits you'll.  Take your time getting ready and I'll be out
here when you're done."

Michael directed Tara to the rear.  As she entered the back
room, he locked the front door and closed the blinds.

Michael's assistant was a young redhead.  She was actually
rather plain looking with an average built.  Aside from her
brilliant red hair, there was little to make her stand out in
any crowd.  Tara smirked at the irony of such a woman in
charge of styling at such an exclusive studio.  Angie went
right to work on Tara.  She had left the house in such a rush
earlier, that her hair and make-up went untouched after her
long sleep.

As Angie pampered Tara from head to toe, she finally had a
moment to contemplate her situation.  She had gone to
sleep the night before with so few troubles.  Her life with
Wayne was not perfect, but their relationship was fulfilling.
As far as she knew, they had no enemies.  Who could want
to do this to them?  For that question, she had no answer.
She did not know what their tormentor wanted out of this
game.  The unknown was terrifying.

What she did know is that she was about to be posing for a
photographer.  Michael had said there were outfits to be
worn.  That meant changing clothes, which meant she was
likely posing for several portraits.  But why would someone
want pictures of her?

"There all done, honey."  Angie had completed her work
while Tara had sat lost in thought.  Tara's long brown hair
flowed smoothly down her neck and came to rest just
below her shoulders.  Her face sparkled from the heavy
make-up her stylist had applied.  It was much more than
Tara would have worn on her own.  She had the appearance
of a woman very much trying to attract the attention of a
man - any man.

"Let's get you dressed."  Angie took Tara by the hand over
to the clothing rack.  For the first time, Tara felt
uncomfortable about the photo shoot.  The outfits, such as
they were, were all lingerie.  A dozen combinations
covered nearly all the spectrum of intimate wear. From a
simple plain chemise to lace teddies to leather and satin
bustiers, every style was present.

The frozen bride stared at the rack while Angie went to
work.  Tara's shirt slid quickly over her head and soon
afterward her bra fell to the floor.  In quick order, Angie
removed the clothing below Tara's waist and she stood
naked, and still motionless.

At 35, Tara could still turn a man's head without trying.
No, she didn't have the same body that she did at 18.  What
woman does - especially after giving birth to three
children?  But she was still a striking woman.  Her frame
concealed the few extra pounds to the point of making them
meaningless. Her large d-cup breasts still swelled proudly
out for her compact torso.  Even her rounded ass still
maintained a desirable apple shape.  No she wasn't 18, she
was 35.  That meant her sensuality didn't begin with her
skin and jump out after men.  It meant that her appeal
resided deep within.  She had a comfort and confidence in
her own person that radiated from her clear brown eyes.
Tara was the kind of woman that men of all ages still
craved.  Her charms were all the more compelling because
of how unaware she was of her own beauty.  She may not
have understood why anyone would want pictures of her,
but most any man who met her did.


"You are a beautiful creature there aren't you," commented
Angie as she grabbed the first outfit.  Tara was indeed a
beautiful creature

"There, you're all ready now."  Angie completed dressing
Tara in the first outfit.  Tara had been decorated in a white
beaded lace halter teddy.  She looked every bit like a new
bride offering herself to her new man on their wedding
night.

"Wow, baby you look delicious," came Michael's
compliment as Tara entered the shooting area.  A bed was
centered on the stage between the strong studio lights.
Michael directed Tara to the bed.  He set to adjusting the
lighting and his cameras, while Angie make some final
touch-ups to Tara's hair and make-up.

"Just relax and follow my lead.  Your benefactor for the
evening told me to make sure you looked like you were
enjoying yourself."

For the next two hours, Tara posed in hundreds of positions
and went through the entire rack of revealing outfits.  When
the last shuddered closed, not much of Tara's body was left
to the imagination.  It had technically been covered the
whole time.  But the intense lights and high-resolution of
the camera peered through the sheer lingerie shot after shot.

As Tara returned to the rear to gather her clothing, she
discovered her sandals were gone.  Angie appeared with
her new footwear.  Tara was given a pair of red stiletto
heeled mules.

"We were told to replace your shoes with these when you
left."  Handing the 4-inch heels to Tara, Angie parted with
a "good luck."

Tara returned to the front to find Michael waiting.  He
handed her a CD-ROM of her pictures and disposable cell
phone.  She was ushered out the door and Michael returned
inside without saying a word and locked the door.
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