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Jim had been staring blankly out at the garden for at least half an hour before Trish knocked at the door. Startled, he walked through the hallway to the door, stopping only to slip some knockout powder in the glass of wine nearest the door. Before he let Trish in, he closed his eyes and gave a deep breath.
Trish was fairly petite, about 5'3, but very beautiful for her age. Her tanktop and jean shorts showed that her skin was tan and freckled, her breasts and thighs still thick and firm at 42. Even the birth of two kids hadn't turned her tight stomach into mush. Her brown hair went to her shoulders and as Jimmy leaned in to hug and kiss her cheek he could smell her sweet shampoo.
Trish and Jim had been friends for almost twenty years and Jimmy had had a crush on her for at least 19. A combination of bad timing and anxiety had caused him to never make a move. It was his job, however, that forced him to make one now. Out of college, Jim went to work as a mortgage broker. Now, Jim had a heart of gold, but he also had a penchant for hanging with the wrong crowd. It wasn't long before he starting running with young mobsters. One of the older heads noticed Jim's intelligence and offered him an interesting job; kidnapping. While he was nervous at first, he quickly found that it came easy to him. It paid more than his broker job but he still had to keep it as a front. Only a few people, his cousin and best friends, knew about his job. And for awhile all was well.
Until last week. The Mob Jim worked for was helping incumbent Mayor Jeff Douglas get re-elected, and a devious plan was in motion. The main opposition to Douglas was none other than Trish's father, Andrew Margioli. The plan was to kidnap Trish as ransom for Andrew to stop paying his PR people. This haunted Jim, but he knew he had no choice, unless he wanted to get killed.
"You want some wine?" Jim asked Trish.
"Come on, what do you think?" she retorted rolling her eyes and giggling.
Jim handed her the drugged glass, and took the un-drugged one. It was time to start playing her.
"So what's new kid? I haven't seen you in almost a month," he said.
"Well, I've still been in court with Tim," she said disparigingly, gulping down her wine. Jim knew Trish was, if not a lush, certainly prone to drinking many of their friends under the table.
The sleeping powder Jim had put in her drink was much more powerful than standard street ruffie. The effects were very quick and long lasting. Trish had barely set down her drink after her first gulp before she started swaying.
Jim quickly put his hand around her waist. "Jim...?" came softly out her mouth before her eyes rolled and her head lolled back, her body soon slumping against him behind it, completely unconscious. Her head dangled backwards, her mouth gaping open. Her right arm lay across her stomach, her left dangling in the air. Jim picked up her limp arm, feeling her smooth kin, and then dropped itHe was felt her warmth and dead weight, eyeing her breasts sticking out. Finally his conscience lost and groped them. He immediately cursed himself as he looked into her beautiful, usually perky and feisty face now slack as can be, with her hair swaying gently.
He picked her up in a cradle carry feeling a mix of power and deviousness and her dead limp form swayed in his arms. He felt her warm, smooth thighs and felt a strong urge to lay her down and go to work. But he looked back into her unconscious face and snapped out of it. He carried her to the back door, open it, and stepped into the night. He walked to his car and popped then. Then he, bent down and let her lifeless body slide from his. Her mouth was now only half open and her left arm slid from her stomach with thump. He took great care to lay both her arms against her stomach, and then gently stroked her lifeless face.
"Sorry," he whispered.
He then closed the trunk, looked up into the sky, and took a deep breath. The easy part was now over.