Jennifer knew there were only moments away from a shooting, and probably she and Rena would suffer the most. He would certainly kill them as he said he would.

Jennifer also knew what was going on in Rena's mind. Rena had heard the conversation in the back seat and she was already thinking of Jennifer going through a fate worse than death.

But Jennifer wanted to live and she was willing to do almost anything to keep living.

"My God, Rena," Jennifer said softly. "Don't do anything stupid. He'll kill us. Can't you understand that? He really will kill us."

Dave Madden said nothing. He just sat there as the police car pulled around them and sped away into the darkness. Jennifer breathed an audible sigh of relief.

"That's better," he said. "You're a smart girl."

He pulled Jennifer snugly against his broad, thick chest. His hand dropped to her shoulder he squeezed. Jennifer winced in pain as she felt his steely fingers digging into her flesh.

"Are you going to fight me?" he asked.

"No," she answered.

His fingers loosened and he started stroking her hair again.

"You really are a pretty thing," he said softly, "like a movie star or something."

She didn't try to draw away as his hand dropped once more to her shoulder and then around to cup one breast.

"It's been so long. "God, what a tit," he said.

She was wearing a pullover sweater and bra, but even through so much clothing she could feel the heat of his fingers. She could almost hate herself as she found herself comparing him to Tom. Tom had never gotten so excited when he touched her.

She leaned back as he pulled up her sweater and slipped his hand underneath. His fingers nearly burned her flesh as he slipped his hand up her silky feeling stomach to the swell of her breasts.

"Baby," he groaned, "take that damn thing off. I want to feel real tit. I haven't felt a real one in so damned long."