Preparations for kidnapping

By the time the ballgame was over dusk was well advanced. Frank settled his tab and left a generous tip, smiling at the pretty young bartender and making a mental note to explore her possibilities some time. He drove his SUV to his warehouse and exchanged it for a dark coloured van with a sliding side door and no windows in the cargo area.

Changing his clothes and putting a few items in the back, he drove it out, shutting the warehouse door behind him and made his way to Jackson Park, a few blocks away from his street. It was a moderately large park, with some tennis courts, a lightly wooded picnic area and some walking paths. He pulled into the parking lot and killed his lights, settling down to wait. He hadn't instructed Lisa where to walk, but he was positioned so he could see anyone approaching from the direction of her house.

Twenty minutes later he saw a figure approaching on the street, and a quick check through his binoculars showed it to be Lisa, dressed as she had been in the photo she texted him. He smiled coldly and pulled a balaclava over his head, continuing to watch her as she entered the parking lot, glancing around nervously.

She stood for a moment, obviously uncertain what to do next, then pulled out her phone. A moment later his phone chimed.

"I'm here! So ready! What next?"

"Take a walk." He shook his head as he responded, watching the girl glance around, then walk towards the picnic area. Perfect, he thought to himself. If she stayed on that path it would bring her within fifty feet of the van.

She was obviously nervous, either from excited anticipation or second thoughts about the whole idea. She kept glancing about, anxious and wary, and he felt himself harden as he watched her. He slipped into the back of the van and eased the side door open, making no noise. That side of the vehicle was in total darkness and he was confident he couldn't be seen unless someone was almost on top of him. He slipped out of the van, watching the path through the picnic area, waiting for his prey.

He heard the click of her heels, and silent stepped onto the grass, keeping to the darkness. The path was lit by intermittent lampposts that left areas of dimness between pools of light. He moved ahead of her, in position to intercept her in one of the darker areas.

He could see from her body language that her nervousness had increased. She paused, looking about herself, then came on, obviously scared by her own fantasy. She was going to have reason to be scared by the time the night was over, he grinned to himself, readying to pounce as she approached.

He could see her biting her lip as she walked, and the rise and fall of her breasts from her excited breathing. He guessed that she was hot and wet with excitement and her heart was beating from anxious fear at what she'd started.

Her path would bring her within ten feet of where he stood in a pool of deep shadow under a tree. He readied himself, grinning savagely as she approached, looking forward to the fun he planned to have.