"All right, honey," he said, "drive and be careful."

Dave leaned back against the seat grinning. He couldn't believe his luck. He had been in that parking lot all evening just hoping for a chance. He hadn't expected two such lovely looking women.

"Why don't you get a little closer?" he asked Jennifer. "I want us to look like a couple of lovers in case some nosey cop looks into the back seat."

Jennifer could feel herself trembling as she pressed closer to him.

She had a feeling that he wanted more than just her being close. He had been in prison. Men got horny in prison.

Jennifer steeled herself not to jerk away as his big hand touched the top of her head. He made a stroking motion with his hand, stroking her silky blonde hair.

"You're a pretty thing," he whispered. "Did you know I've been in jail for seven years?"

"No," she answered.

"Seven years is a long time," he said.

His hand kept gently stroking her hair and she was more afraid than she had ever been in her entire life. She wished she were back at home with dull Tom.

"You'd look much nicer in a short dress," he said. "I don't like women in pants. You and your friend should get short dresses and those high boots like they wear. Maybe a low cut blouse to show a little bit of your tits."

Jennifer closed her eyes. She was afraid she was going to be sick.

"Now I want you to be nice to me," he said. "I want you to be real nice to me."

Jennifer's first impulse was to break from him, but Jennifer had always been a thinking person. She had to think of the consequences.

He was stronger than her. He could physically force her to do anything he wanted. She already knew he was a violent man and fighting him could only get her hurt.

Jennifer looked up and saw Rena's eyes frantically signaling her in the rear view mirror. At almost the same moment he saw the reflection of the police car.

Jennifer felt Dave stiffen and he put his hand inside his coat.