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<blockquote data-quote="Puppy Kicker" data-source="post: 1745864" data-attributes="member: 20284"><p><strong>Skirt Chase, Car Chase, Goose Chase</strong></p><p></p><p><em>8:00 PM Saturday, July 17th</em></p><p><em>Shields Restaurant, Williamsburg, Virginia</em></p><p></p><p>“I wasn’t sure you’d make it. We’ve really had some trouble getting together lately, haven’t we?” Alli sipped her wine. Her salad sat mostly untouched in front of her.</p><p></p><p>Meadow took Alli’s hand across the table. “It’s just been a hectic couple of weeks. I PROMISE we’ll spend some more time together. And…”</p><p></p><p>“And you’ll try not to get shot anymore?” Allison interrupted with a sly wink. She squeezed Meadow’s hand.</p><p></p><p>Meadow chuckled. “You always have a way of setting me at ease, Alli. That’s one of the things I love about you.”</p><p></p><p>“One of the things?” Alli leaned forward. “And what are the other things?”</p><p></p><p>Meadow leaned towards her and kissed her gently. “Those lips for…”</p><p></p><p>“Who’s this?” It was a forceful voice, and a voice Meadow had come to recognize and eventually loathe.</p><p></p><p>“Uh…” Meadow leaned back quickly, wiping her lips with her napkin. “Jared… You’ve met Alli.”</p><p></p><p>Jared scowled. He was a big man, not overly tall but thick and muscular. A bit too possessive, Meadow thought, which was why they had broken up. He folded his arms over his chest now and gave Allison his Alpha Male stare. Meadow could just imagine him thumping his chest before speaking. “Alli, huh? Your ‘friend’ from the library?” Jared turned his aggression back towards Meadow. “Is this how you treat all your ‘friends’, you little lezzy whore?”</p><p></p><p>“Jared, I…”</p><p></p><p>“Shut up, whore!” People from nearby tables were staring now. A waiter was weaving his way towards the ruckus. “I don’t want to hear your whoring stories!” Jared kicked the table. A shower of white wine and leafy greens rained down on an adjacent table.</p><p></p><p>The waiter skidded to a stately halt next to Jared. “Sir. I have to ask you to leave.”</p><p></p><p>“Sure, let the whore and her little… uh… other whore stay and eat. I want nothing to do with this sh**.” Jared kicked the table again. “Nobody does this to me, Meadow. Nobody humiliates me like this.” His glare was dangerous. He turned and stormed out of the room leaving a fine-dining mess and a freshly stocked rumor mill in his wake.</p><p></p><p>Alli wiped away a tear. “I think that a**hole ruined my appetite. Let’s go home.”</p><p></p><p>Meadow agreed. They left.</p><p></p><p style="text-align: center">---</p><p></p><p><em>9:00 PM Saturday, July 17th</em></p><p><em>Duck, North Carolina</em></p><p></p><p>“She had someone she had to meet. That’s all you need to know.” The streetlights of Duck slipped by at three MPH over the speed limit. Armani, crunched in the back seat, fidgeted and crunched Quinton. Quinton groaned and tried to squeeze himself even tighter against the door.</p><p></p><p>“Probably some f***in’ gay stuff anyway. At least some of us did somethin’ worthwhile.”</p><p></p><p>“Oh, I’m sure you were sooo happy to get your chance to break a door in.” Rebecca scowled into the rear-view mirror.</p><p></p><p>“Actually, we just got the key from the guy at the gate.”</p><p></p><p>“The nice old man who let us onto the property!?” Rebecca gasped. “How could you beat up an old man?”</p><p></p><p>Quin patted Rebecca on the shoulder. “We just talked to him, Becca. No violence was done.” Over the next hour Devin, Quin, and Armani filled Rebecca in on what they had discovered and what they planned to do.</p><p></p><p>“So we’re just going to investigate this campground…” Rebecca’s voice trailed off. She was looking in the rearview mirror. “We need to make a little detour.” She flicked on her turn signal and turned down a random street. She checked her mirror again. “Someone’s following us. Don’t look.”</p><p></p><p>Devin, Armani, and Quinton all turned to look. “Where?” “I don’t see it.” “My head hurts.” “Are you sure?”</p><p></p><p>“Yes, I’m pretty sure. The same lights have been following us for quite a while.” She flicked on her turn signal again and turned back towards the highway. “We’ll see if they keep following us now.” She merged onto the highway. The lights were still there, back a ways but identifiable.</p><p></p><p>“Who would be following us out here?” Quinton asked. “I mean, who knows we’re even out here?”</p><p></p><p>Rebecca shrugged in the dark. “Dunno. I hope they don’t have guns.”</p><p></p><p>“Not nearly as much as I hope they don’t,” said Devin. His head wound began to bleed just a bit as a poignant reminder.</p><p></p><p>“Just pull over. I’ll beat their punk a**es down.”</p><p></p><p>“That has been, historically, ineffective.” Quinton said. “Maybe we ought to try to lose them.”</p><p></p><p>“Lose them?” Rebecca looked a little terrified. “I don’t know if I can drive fast enough to lose somebody.”</p><p></p><p>“Dude, you drive with your knees while applying makeup and talking to customers.” Devin said. “You’re probably a better driver than anyone here.”</p><p></p><p>“How about I pull over here and see if they follow us?”</p><p></p><p>“Works for me. Just be ready to get going fast if anyone hops out with a gun.” Devin said.</p><p></p><p>“Word,” said Quinton.</p><p></p><p>Rebecca pulled the car over in front of a Wal-Mart, idling in a parking space. Their pursuer slowed down, but continued down the street until they vanished in the dark.</p><p></p><p>“Anyone recognize it?”</p><p></p><p>“Ford Escape. Very pimp.” Quin said. “Couldn’t see the license plate though.”</p><p></p><p>“This is all a waste of my f***in’ time. Get back on the road and let’s get goin’.”</p><p></p><p>“Whatever.” Rebecca pulled back onto the road. Two blocks later the Escape pulled up behind them from a side street.</p><p></p><p>“They’re following us again!” Rebecca exclaimed.</p><p></p><p>“We’re driving at 20 miles and hour. It’s hardly a high speed chase.” Quinton said. “Just pull over at this gas station. It looks busy.”</p><p></p><p>Rebecca pulled over again. As soon as the car stopped Devin hopped out and inched his way towards the Ford, which had pulled over across the street. As he got closer the vehicle pulled onto the road and drove off. Devin returned to the car. “Let’s get out of here. Take a back route.”</p><p></p><p>“See anything interesting?”</p><p></p><p>“Got their plates.” Devin looked at his scribbled-on palm. “VA AOW-2134.”</p><p></p><p>Quin slapped him on the back. “Good job, man! I’ll get those to Robbie tomorrow. I bet he can figure out who it is.”</p><p></p><p>Rebecca pulled the Grand Am back onto the road and continued the long drive to Newport News. Armani scowled in the back seat. “That was the lamest f***in’ car chase I’ve ever been in.”</p><p></p><p style="text-align: center">---</p><p></p><p><em>1:00 AM Sunday, July 18th</em></p><p><em>Virginia Beach, Virginia</em></p><p></p><p>The Grand Am, fully loaded now with five people, bumped along the rut-filled KOA campground road. Armani, Devin, and Quin were crowded in the back while Meadow luxuriated in the passenger seat.</p><p></p><p>“I don’t know why witch-b**** always gets the front seat. This is f***in’ bull****.” Armani elbowed for more room and got it. “And we ain’t finding sh** here anyway.”</p><p></p><p>“Yeah, I think we’ve seen every side road of this place,” Quin said. “I don’t see any sign of that van from the McDonalds.”</p><p></p><p>“Or anything promising, for that matter,” agreed Meadow.</p><p></p><p>“There are a couple more KOAs in Williamsburg,” Devin said. “I bet if they were going to be doing stuff near that area they would go to those ones instead of driving all the way down here.”</p><p></p><p>“How are you doing, Becca?” Quin asked. Rebecca looked exhausted and she kept shaking her head trying to stay awake.</p><p></p><p>“Tired. A lot of driving today.”</p><p></p><p>“Yeah, no kidding. So did you get everything taken care of that you needed, Meadow?” Quin asked.</p><p></p><p>“Sure,” Meadow snapped. She had been untalkative ever since they’d picked her up at the motel. They all gave her some space.</p><p></p><p>“Let’s head back.” Quin said. “Pull over, Becca. I’ll drive.” </p><p></p><p>Quin got them back to the hotel safely and quietly (exhaustion was the best argument solver they'd found yet.) Back in the safety of the motel it took 15 seconds to reach a group concensus that all further plans would be made in the morning.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Puppy Kicker, post: 1745864, member: 20284"] [B]Skirt Chase, Car Chase, Goose Chase[/B] [I]8:00 PM Saturday, July 17th Shields Restaurant, Williamsburg, Virginia[/I] “I wasn’t sure you’d make it. We’ve really had some trouble getting together lately, haven’t we?” Alli sipped her wine. Her salad sat mostly untouched in front of her. Meadow took Alli’s hand across the table. “It’s just been a hectic couple of weeks. I PROMISE we’ll spend some more time together. And…” “And you’ll try not to get shot anymore?” Allison interrupted with a sly wink. She squeezed Meadow’s hand. Meadow chuckled. “You always have a way of setting me at ease, Alli. That’s one of the things I love about you.” “One of the things?” Alli leaned forward. “And what are the other things?” Meadow leaned towards her and kissed her gently. “Those lips for…” “Who’s this?” It was a forceful voice, and a voice Meadow had come to recognize and eventually loathe. “Uh…” Meadow leaned back quickly, wiping her lips with her napkin. “Jared… You’ve met Alli.” Jared scowled. He was a big man, not overly tall but thick and muscular. A bit too possessive, Meadow thought, which was why they had broken up. He folded his arms over his chest now and gave Allison his Alpha Male stare. Meadow could just imagine him thumping his chest before speaking. “Alli, huh? Your ‘friend’ from the library?” Jared turned his aggression back towards Meadow. “Is this how you treat all your ‘friends’, you little lezzy whore?” “Jared, I…” “Shut up, whore!” People from nearby tables were staring now. A waiter was weaving his way towards the ruckus. “I don’t want to hear your whoring stories!” Jared kicked the table. A shower of white wine and leafy greens rained down on an adjacent table. The waiter skidded to a stately halt next to Jared. “Sir. I have to ask you to leave.” “Sure, let the whore and her little… uh… other whore stay and eat. I want nothing to do with this sh**.” Jared kicked the table again. “Nobody does this to me, Meadow. Nobody humiliates me like this.” His glare was dangerous. He turned and stormed out of the room leaving a fine-dining mess and a freshly stocked rumor mill in his wake. Alli wiped away a tear. “I think that a**hole ruined my appetite. Let’s go home.” Meadow agreed. They left. [CENTER]---[/CENTER] [I]9:00 PM Saturday, July 17th Duck, North Carolina[/I] “She had someone she had to meet. That’s all you need to know.” The streetlights of Duck slipped by at three MPH over the speed limit. Armani, crunched in the back seat, fidgeted and crunched Quinton. Quinton groaned and tried to squeeze himself even tighter against the door. “Probably some f***in’ gay stuff anyway. At least some of us did somethin’ worthwhile.” “Oh, I’m sure you were sooo happy to get your chance to break a door in.” Rebecca scowled into the rear-view mirror. “Actually, we just got the key from the guy at the gate.” “The nice old man who let us onto the property!?” Rebecca gasped. “How could you beat up an old man?” Quin patted Rebecca on the shoulder. “We just talked to him, Becca. No violence was done.” Over the next hour Devin, Quin, and Armani filled Rebecca in on what they had discovered and what they planned to do. “So we’re just going to investigate this campground…” Rebecca’s voice trailed off. She was looking in the rearview mirror. “We need to make a little detour.” She flicked on her turn signal and turned down a random street. She checked her mirror again. “Someone’s following us. Don’t look.” Devin, Armani, and Quinton all turned to look. “Where?” “I don’t see it.” “My head hurts.” “Are you sure?” “Yes, I’m pretty sure. The same lights have been following us for quite a while.” She flicked on her turn signal again and turned back towards the highway. “We’ll see if they keep following us now.” She merged onto the highway. The lights were still there, back a ways but identifiable. “Who would be following us out here?” Quinton asked. “I mean, who knows we’re even out here?” Rebecca shrugged in the dark. “Dunno. I hope they don’t have guns.” “Not nearly as much as I hope they don’t,” said Devin. His head wound began to bleed just a bit as a poignant reminder. “Just pull over. I’ll beat their punk a**es down.” “That has been, historically, ineffective.” Quinton said. “Maybe we ought to try to lose them.” “Lose them?” Rebecca looked a little terrified. “I don’t know if I can drive fast enough to lose somebody.” “Dude, you drive with your knees while applying makeup and talking to customers.” Devin said. “You’re probably a better driver than anyone here.” “How about I pull over here and see if they follow us?” “Works for me. Just be ready to get going fast if anyone hops out with a gun.” Devin said. “Word,” said Quinton. Rebecca pulled the car over in front of a Wal-Mart, idling in a parking space. Their pursuer slowed down, but continued down the street until they vanished in the dark. “Anyone recognize it?” “Ford Escape. Very pimp.” Quin said. “Couldn’t see the license plate though.” “This is all a waste of my f***in’ time. Get back on the road and let’s get goin’.” “Whatever.” Rebecca pulled back onto the road. Two blocks later the Escape pulled up behind them from a side street. “They’re following us again!” Rebecca exclaimed. “We’re driving at 20 miles and hour. It’s hardly a high speed chase.” Quinton said. “Just pull over at this gas station. It looks busy.” Rebecca pulled over again. As soon as the car stopped Devin hopped out and inched his way towards the Ford, which had pulled over across the street. As he got closer the vehicle pulled onto the road and drove off. Devin returned to the car. “Let’s get out of here. Take a back route.” “See anything interesting?” “Got their plates.” Devin looked at his scribbled-on palm. “VA AOW-2134.” Quin slapped him on the back. “Good job, man! I’ll get those to Robbie tomorrow. I bet he can figure out who it is.” Rebecca pulled the Grand Am back onto the road and continued the long drive to Newport News. Armani scowled in the back seat. “That was the lamest f***in’ car chase I’ve ever been in.” [CENTER]---[/CENTER] [I]1:00 AM Sunday, July 18th Virginia Beach, Virginia[/I] The Grand Am, fully loaded now with five people, bumped along the rut-filled KOA campground road. Armani, Devin, and Quin were crowded in the back while Meadow luxuriated in the passenger seat. “I don’t know why witch-b**** always gets the front seat. This is f***in’ bull****.” Armani elbowed for more room and got it. “And we ain’t finding sh** here anyway.” “Yeah, I think we’ve seen every side road of this place,” Quin said. “I don’t see any sign of that van from the McDonalds.” “Or anything promising, for that matter,” agreed Meadow. “There are a couple more KOAs in Williamsburg,” Devin said. “I bet if they were going to be doing stuff near that area they would go to those ones instead of driving all the way down here.” “How are you doing, Becca?” Quin asked. Rebecca looked exhausted and she kept shaking her head trying to stay awake. “Tired. A lot of driving today.” “Yeah, no kidding. So did you get everything taken care of that you needed, Meadow?” Quin asked. “Sure,” Meadow snapped. She had been untalkative ever since they’d picked her up at the motel. They all gave her some space. “Let’s head back.” Quin said. “Pull over, Becca. I’ll drive.” Quin got them back to the hotel safely and quietly (exhaustion was the best argument solver they'd found yet.) Back in the safety of the motel it took 15 seconds to reach a group concensus that all further plans would be made in the morning. [/QUOTE]
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