A couple of weeks after the threat from the biker, Karen called to say she wanted to come visit for a couple of days.A couple of weeks after the threat from the biker, Karen called to say she wanted to come visit for a couple of days. Her husband was going to be out of town and her young girlfriend was going to be busy having exams at school, and Karen wanted to make sure that she didn't let herself interfere with her friends grades. She knew the temptation would be strong to spend lots of time with her while her husband was gone. As always I was thrilled to hear from her, and so was Monica, and we looked forward to her visit. I picked Karen up at the airport on Friday afternoon, around 5:00. Monica stayed home to prepare supper for us, and asked me to stop by the store on the way home to pick up some odds and ends for her. (The store was out of odds and the ends had gone up nearly 100% since I last shopped....sorry, couldn't resist) I made sure that Karen went in the store with me. I love to show her off when I'm with her, and besides its fun checking out the cucumbers and things when she's along. We had driven perhaps a mile after stopping by the grocery store when suddenly I felt the cold steel of a gun barrel being pressed against my neck. Donnie, the biker, was in the back seat of the car and was very serious about what he would do if I didn't do exactly as he asked. I have this iron clad rule. Whenever someone has a gun pointed at me I do everything I can to make them happy. This was no exception. He told me where to turn and we drove for over an hour. He took us way out in the country and when he was sure no one would see us exchange seats he put me in the backseat with Karen and blindfolded us both and tied us. He then drove for what seemed like another hour before stopping the car and pulling us out. When he removed the blindfolds all I could tell was that we were in a garage of some kind. It seemed to be a converted barn, but it was obviously used for repair work to automobiles and motorcycles, as there were several sitting around in the process of being worked on. |