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 This was a work of complete fiction..  None of what you read is true.  M/f

   Honey, why don't you build a shop!



   I started watching her about a month ago.  She walks along the street in
her own world.

   sometimes she stops to look at a leaf or someone's dog, other wise she
is unaware of the

   others around her.  her mind full of happy thoughts about her day and
sugar and spice

   and all things nice.  That's what makes her so attractive to my minds
eye.  I feel a pull

   a tug of war with in me as wanting her and not wanting to spoil what I
love seeing in

   her.  after all, if I moved on my feelings and take her, she would never
go back to what

   I watched so sweetly walking down the road each day.  I had the plans
for so long...oh so long..  I had purchased a taser a year ago and even
tested it on the dog..  lol I had to be sure

   it would take down 60 to 80 pounds with out a bark "scream".  That dog
still hides behind its

   doghouse when it sees me...  lol A roll of tape some cable ties and a
home made ball gag.  The ones at the adult toy

   store where all made for a grown persons mouth.  So I drilled a hole
through a golf ball

   and put a cord through it should do a real good job!  Last and most
difficult was the place to keep her..??

   This was tough..  I knew the wife wouldn't have my point of view about
my plans..  lol

   I had a small tool shed,..  but it was too small and no way to hide
anything from the wife

   even though she never used it.  So, I took an interest in woodworking.
Bought tools till

   there wasn't any room in the little shed.  I then complained every other
day to the wife how

   there just wasn't room to do projects out there.  Then about 3 weeks
later she did

   exactly what I had waited for...  "Honey,..  why don't you build a shop
out

   there..!..?" Perfect..  lol I of course with my new tools would
construct it my self..  I got permits and left out

   one small detail...  it had a room beneath it..

   I told her she should spend the next few weekends over at her sisters
while I made all

   that noise and mess..  This was fine by her as her sister and I didn't
mix it up well and she

   didn't get to see her much..  she was so happy..  lol

   I finished with in a month..

   coming into the shop was no big event...simple structure with just
enough room to be

   comfortable using a few tools.  what everyone missed was that the
plywood floor..  Only the that shit head next door

   commented "Why didn't you just poor a slab..?"

   I was having so much fun planning and making all the correct moves for
my plan

   to come to perfection.

   The door to the 6 by 8 foot room below was well hidden under the table
saw..  lol I knew she would never move anything in there must less that big
table saw..

   I was done,...  all plans finished,..  everything was perfect..!

   The plan was to lure ..taser...  and snatch ..  then hide her till the
heat was off..

   Time for the puppy..  I went to the shelter and bought home a cute
little rascal.

   I walked him up and down the street at the same time she walked home. 
"Of course you

   can pet him" I said..  "why his name is spot" I answered..  lol

   I finished with "He will be tied up on the side of the house, until I
build him a

   doggie house.  You can pet him anytime you like.." she smiled at that
thought.

   The next day, my wife was still at work and not due home for an hour, I
had a taser in one hand and a ball gag in the other...

   Just behind the front bushes along the side of the house the puppie was
tied up and letting out small puppy barks as he could smell his new little
friend walking down the street..

   Soon a little blond head of hair and cute face poked around the bushes
and a sweet little voice said...  here puppy here puppy..

   You could say she got the shock of a lifetime just as she knelt down and
reached to pet him.

   Well,..  the last few months have been so interesting..  the new coffee
table I am working on

   needs a lot of attention..  and I find it so satisfying to work on.. 
there's nothing like

   running your hands over something you worked so hard to make happen.

   A work of fiction by: P.T.  Styles