|Diana's Dilema (standard:adventure, 2171 words)|
|Author: cheto||Added: May 22 2006||Views/Reads: 1894/1287||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Unknowingly, diana got in with the wrong people and this is what happened|
Diana's Dilemma by Chet O! Much like “the Perils of Pauline” an old time movie serial, Diana's dilemma was real. It could easily been her end except for her resourcefulness. What happened? Well it all started innocently enough when an old college friend introduced her to this swell looking fellow that had no problem with throwing a lot of money about. They went to the best places, theaters, and any other place they had any interest in. Most of the time they spent in a large restaurant that he seemed to own. She really didn't know that much about him, but she was learning quickly. Hanging out – out of the way in the back of the room, she often came in contact with this one fellow who was always there. She thought he must be one of the gang. His suit bulged in the right places like the other gunmen. She always had a drink in front of her. Often she sat around for hours waiting. He, Mallow didn't want her in his apartment or hers either for that matter. “You should be handy,” he said. One time after she had been around awhile, she asked the gunny, “Why would anyone want to sell cars in Panama? There is plenty of business right here. Isn't there?” “It ain't the cars you sell there. It is the cars you import from there. You dumb broad!” The next thing she knew was – she was naked. Her arms were tied together with a piece of barbed wire. Her legs were also. She squinted to look about. She was lying in the empty bucket of a front-end loader. Just as she started to regain her senses, another loader dumped a huge amount of sand on top of her. When she saw the other loader, she turned to lay face down with her hands close to her face and her legs drawn up tight. The sand was heavy on her back and ran in around her a little but there was a good airspace. It was a long while she thought before the loader finally moved. She felt the bucket tip and the sand running out. Why the operator was doing it so slowly, she couldn't imagine. Just before she was to slide out of the almost upside down bucket, she snagged the end of the wire holding her arms together over a tooth at the front of the bucket. She had just enough time to yank back starting it to unroll when she fell a long way down. The tooth pulled her to a right side up position so her legs hit first and she fell forward in the very loose sand. She went nearly crotch deep in the sand. She looked about where she was and noticed an overhang of dirt, rock, or something. Quickly, she inchwormed her way in under the overhang. There she quickly relieved herself of the wire. She disregarded the small scrapes and cuts that she felt and tried to hear what the voices were saying. Soon a huge cement block fell right where she had been. It was one of those blocks used to keep cars from using unauthorized roads, etc. If she had still been there she would be only mush. Over the next few hours until dark more rubble, dirt, and sand fell until the block was completely out of sight. She waited longer until she could hear nothing but nature. Digging with a strong stick she was soon free of the trapping rubble. In the bottom of the pit was an old homemade rig made from a truck of some sort. She looked it over, started it up (it didn't need a key), and she drove it to the top. She got out pointed it to the rim of the hole, dropped the clutch after pulling the throttle open wide, stepped out, and watched it disappear over the edge. It made a loud crash. The next thing was a perusal of the work shack. It was not locked. Inside hanging from nails were all sizes of filthy coveralls, overalls, and other work clothes. She tried on some shirts. Some were more than dress length, but she thought better of wearing just that. A smaller, but still large on her shirt, the smallest pair of pants, four or five pair of various socks, and the smallest rubber boots -- she was ready to move out. Click here to read the rest of this story (176 more lines)
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