“You don’t need paper, I already put my contact info in your phone.” Hearing that, I breathed a sigh of relief. “Paul, I just want you to know that regardless of what happens, I’ve enjoyed our time together. I will never forget all the things you gave me and meant to me. I really do hope we can be together, but if something happens, please, just remember that.” I smiled at her, nodding and saying I would remember it, asking her to remember the same of me.
After a few short minutes, we were in Phoenix. Kat was directing me toward her parents’ home. Navigating the final few turns, I felt a growing anxiety. I was going to be separated from her. I had grown so accustomed to having her around.
Pulling into a quiet looking neighborhood, I eased my Explorer along the road, watching for the wide, green ranch-style home. Nope, nope, not that one… ah, there it is. I pulled into the driveway, and shut off the engine. For being the house of a multi-billion dollar CEO, it was really unassuming and, well, plain. As I was opening the door, trying to get out quickly and open her door for her, I noticed rapid movement in the side mirror and out of the corner of my eye. People, who looked as if they had been walking dogs and watering gardens, were now rushing towards my Explorer with guns.
“GET OUT OF THE CAR, NOW!!!” I heard a voice scream. What the fuck was going on?
“GET OUT!!!! FBI!!!” I stepped out of the car, seeing Kat do the same. We still had on snow pants from earlier.
“HANDS ABOVE YOUR HEAD WHERE WE CAN SEE ‘EM!!!” A voice yelled, from what looked like an unsuspicious dog-walker.
“GET ON THE GROUND!!! HANDS OUT!!!” This came from a tropical-shirt guy who was gardening earlier. Holy shit, what had I gotten into?
I eased myself to the ground, slowly. I could see Kat being hauled off by two men in black uniforms. She was screaming my name, screaming ‘don’t take him, don’t take him from me!’
“No sudden moves, asshole! Give me your hands!” A voice yelled behind me. I complied, lifting my hands to the small of my back. I felt my hands being bound together.
“What’s going on?” were the only words I could manage to get out.
“Paul Jacob Goodman, you are under arrest in connection with the kidnapping of Ms. Katherine White. You have the right to remain silent…” He proceeded to ramble off the stuff you only usually see on TV, before I realized what he was saying. Me?? Kidnapped her?? What kind of misunderstanding was this???
“PAUL!!! NO, LET HIM GOOOO!!! NOOOOO!!!” I heard Katherine’s wails from somewhere off just beyond my vision. The sound of her voice nearly broke my heart.
What the fuck was going on!?
Ending Notes:
Bum bum baaaa!!! Holy shit, even I didn’t see that coming. What’s going to happen next? I hope to have the next section up much quicker than it took this one to come out. Barring unforeseen and unexpected circumstances, I expect it will. It’s flowin’ and it’s flowin’ hot and ready.
As an aside, GaiusPetronius, my editor, was curious about my reference to the full bladder experience, mentioning it wasn’t a much heard of sexual experience (And he’s retired from being a lawyer, so I imagine he’s seen a lot).
I actually experienced this myself, and noticed it is an incredible experience. I was still in high school when I signed up for a sample Playboy. In there was an article about orgasms with bladders being semi to mostly full. Well, it was several years later, after I had met the woman I’m still with, while we were laying there in my bed, in a small apartment in Colorado. We were relaxing, just cuddling and enjoying our time together. I was just about ready to get up and pee when she rolled over and started kissing me. I couldn’t pass up the moment, so I went with it. During the entire thing, I felt the pressure of my full bladder, in a sensation that was similar to having a mild orgasm. I also lasted longer than I usually did, to the point that she actually had gotten off several times and was wondering if I was ever going to finish. I redoubled my efforts, and with her encouragement, finally got release. It felt so intense, so incredible. I looked it up, and it turns out, at least in males, that when orgasm hits, the sphincter to the bladder pinches extra tight, so much so that I doubt even the strongest willed could urinate during orgasm. It’s supposed to happen to protect the other areas of the plumbing from having waste (read: urine) get into it. (Any wonders where I got the inspiration for Paul’s character?)
Anyway, guys, if you’re bored and lonely some night and thinking about masturbating, give it a try. Not when you’re ready to burst, the “I-can’t-hold- this-get-outta- my-way-before- I-piss-myself” feeling, but when you have that urge. It’s a unique and interesting feeling.
Apparently, in females, when you’ve emptied your bladder before, that “I’m-about-to-piss-myself” feeling is actually some glands in there ready to make you squirt.
And that concludes my end notes, sorry for the length.
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