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Pulling out her cell phone, she quickly dials 911 and hears the operator's voice.
"I need-" Amy begins, but her words are cut off when a hand closes over her mouth and an arm wraps around her waist, pulling her back into the alley.
"I need-" Amy begins, but her words are cut off when a hand closes over her mouth and an arm wraps around her waist, pulling her back into the alley.
I'm going off topic right now: Megan, I believe you should join in writing a future challenge story.
Okay getting back on track.
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"Hush." She hears a male's voice tells her against her right ear. He takes her phone out of her hand and closes it. "We don't need bullets coming this way."......
Okay getting back on track.
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"Hush." She hears a male's voice tells her against her right ear. He takes her phone out of her hand and closes it. "We don't need bullets coming this way."......
The man's arm tightens around her, and she feels his body tense, but he gives no answer.
She repeats the question twice more, her voice rising in panic each time, until she hears his rushed whisper, "I got away."
She repeats the question twice more, her voice rising in panic each time, until she hears his rushed whisper, "I got away."
"Away from what?" Amy inquires. She wishes that the man would let go of her arm. She wants to see his face."Did you kill someone?"

"Okay." Amy says, pulling her arm, hoping that he would get the point and let her arm go, but he doesn't. He tightens his grip a little more. "Do I need to call an ambulance?"

"I was inquiring about the ambulance, because you are cutting of the blood circulation in my arm."
The man loosen his grip a little. "Better?"
The man loosen his grip a little. "Better?"

He made a gruff noise that might have been a laugh and turns her around to face him.
"Are you going to give me trouble?"
The woman doesn't have to answer his question, her face gives her away. "What's your name?"
The woman doesn't have to answer his question, her face gives her away. "What's your name?"

I think Arch should do it since she started this thread. So, I 'll give her and opening....
"We're on a need to know basis and I'm not so sure you need to know."
She narrowed her eyes at him and sighed. "Would it help if I said please?"

She narrowed her eyes at him. "Why would I tell a complete stranger, one who pretty much assaulted me in dark alley, my name."
"Because, I've asked you a question and you were supposed to give me the answer." Boston tells her. He ignores the disgusted look on her face. "I'll give you another chance to answer me."

Jessa, are you having the heroine lie to Boston about her name, because she doesn't want to tell him her real name? Because her name is Amy.

"Samantha." Boston repeats. "I'll call you Sammy." He doesn't want them to hid here any longer. "Take me to your house."
The voices were female and they didn't sound familiar to Boston. "Don't move or make a sound." He whispers to Sammy.
As the two females got closer, Boston backed her up to the alley wall and put his arms around her.
"Play along," he whispered in her ear, and began planting tiny kisses on her neck.
"Play along," he whispered in her ear, and began planting tiny kisses on her neck.
"Oh God, get a room!"
The sound of the women continuing past was heard but he continued with his assault on her neck. She moaned softly and pushed her body closer to his.
The sound of the women continuing past was heard but he continued with his assault on her neck. She moaned softly and pushed her body closer to his.
Once the women were out of earshot, Boston pulls back. "As much as I would love to continue this out here, I think we better go to your house."
Amy, now coming to her senses, tried pulling away but Boston's grip was too tight.
"Let me go!" she hissed.
"Let me go!" she hissed.
"There's no way I'm taking you to my house!" she said, still trying to pull her arm away.
He stared at her and said nothing, but kept his grip tight.
He stared at her and said nothing, but kept his grip tight.
Amy thought for a moment and remembered her friend, Hammer, lived nearby. Hammer was a Harley rider and sported a body full of tattoos and piercings that seem to intimidate most people. But Hammer was a real pussy cat at heart. Boston wouldn't know that so she made up her mind to take him there.
They arrive at Hammer's house. Amy rings the doorbell.
Boston finds it strange that Sammy would be ringing her own doorbell. He pulls her away from the door. "This isn't your house."
Boston finds it strange that Sammy would be ringing her own doorbell. He pulls her away from the door. "This isn't your house."
Amy looks at her friend, she starts to respond to him, but is silenced by Boston's question.
"Who are you?" Boston asks Hammer, not letting Amy leave his side.
"Who are you?" Boston asks Hammer, not letting Amy leave his side.
"Great." Amy thinks to herself. She can't believe that Hammer knows this man. She brought the man here, so Hammer could scare him off, not reunit with an old friend.
Boston looks at the man standing in the doorway. "Hammer?"
Boston looks at the man standing in the doorway. "Hammer?"
Some people call their version something else.
The rules:
1. Pick up from where the previous person left off. You can write one or more words. The highest amount of words you can write is two sentences.
2. Keep your addition clean. No curse words either!
I think a game like this can help writers stay focus on writing.
I will begin.