Abduction and Revenge

The ride to the Wonderland Station took a lot less time then Bob wanted. He didn't want the evening to end. He was really hoping to see her again and that the scratch on her ankle didn't ruin it, for him.

As they pulled into the parking lot, Sylvia pointed out her car. Bob parked next to her car, got out and opened her door. "Here, I'll escort you to your vehicle Ma'm, just to be sure you don't receive any more damage."

"My, you are the perfect gentleman, aren't you," she said.

Bob waited until she was in her car, buckled in and doors locked before he got back into his car. As he watched, her car wasn't starting. Not even a click from the starter. Bob immediately got out of his car and walked over to her. "Pop the hood, maybe it is something simple and all you have is a loose cable. "

Sylvia did as he requested. Bob looked in the engine compartment, checked the battery cables. They were both tight. Maybe the battery was just dead. Since he didn't have any jumper cables with him, he just closed the hood.

"It has to be the battery, all your connections are tight. Unfortunately I have no jumper cables. I can call a tow service and wait here with you, if you want. I can also just drive you home and tomorrow come back with cables and jump start the car. That will give me an excuse to at least see you again."

"Thank you, just take me home for now, I'll worry about this tomorrow. I'll just call the Community Action Center's office and cancel for tomorrow morning."

A smile came over Bob's face. He couldn't have planned this any better if he tried.

The drive to Bates Street didn't take more then fifteen minutes. In the course of the ride home, Sylvia found out a lot more about Bob. He was a conservative, still a Catholic and his views on almost everything was the opposite of hers, still she enjoyed being with him and was hoping he was going to ask her out again.

Bob had also found out a lot more about Sylvia. He learned that not only was she a liberal in every sense of the word, but like most with her views, no argument would convince her otherwise.

Bob admired this in any person, and with her, he envisioned many an evening of heated debates. He was actually looking forward to it. Bob also liked the fact that she never pressed him about how much money he made or what he did with the money he did make. Usually that was the first thing most women wanted to know. When Sylvia informed him of her part time work with a 'Community Action' group, and that she did it pro-bono. Bob wasn't totally surprised. She fit the part. There was one area of the conversation that nagged Bob. Sylvia out of the blue, asked him what he knew about the 'Lisbon Treaty'. Bob had to admit he knew of it but very little of the content and really had no opinion at all on it. It wasn't the question that bothered Bob, but the solemn way she asked him. It was the only real time that she seemed very serious, almost distressed. Bob made up his mind to research the subject for the next time they met.

As soon as Bob pulled up in front of her home, Sylvia spotted the curtains on the second floor moving. Her mother was peeking out the window. That made Sylvia smile. She had to tell Bob that her mother was upstairs watching out the window so he better be a gentleman.

Bob did the gentlemanly thing, He opened her car door and offered to walk her to her door. That offer was turned down but he expected it to be. He got back into the Vette and as he turned his car around, he spotted Sylvia standing on the steps, watching him and waved as he departed for home.

That was the last time anyone had seen Sylvia!