Seth returned Jenna’s smile as she jumped at the opportunity to help out. College girls were always so beautifully naïve and optimistic. He watched her body as she bent over the open trunk, the way her skin tight jeans hugged and lifted the supple cheeks of her athletic ass.<br/><br/>Glancing up, however briefly, Seth watched the other cars filtering out of the parking lot, going their own separate ways home. Leaving Jenna behind with him, just the two of them. All alone.<br/><br/>“I’m the big truck in the far corner over here. You could just back right in to this spot here.” Seth smiled, pulling his hood down and his sunglasses off. “I’m Seth by the way. Thanks for the help.”<br/><br/>Seth made a show of unlocking his truck and popping the hood while Jenna backed her car into the spot right next to Seth’s truck. While Jenna popped open the hood of her own vehicle, Seth moved over behind her. He pushed himself up, uncomfortably close behind her, peering over her shoulder as though trying to help.<br/><br/>“Yeah, just connect red to red and black to-”<br/><br/>Kik-Kik-Kik-Kik-Kik!<br/><br/>The hand-held stun gun (http://static.howstuffworks.com/gif/stun-gun-ch.jpg) clicked repeatedly as it fired wave after wave of electricity into Jenna’s body through her hip. Each click sent four and a half million volts of electricity through her body, making her go rigid for a moment and then suddenly limp as she lost control of her muscles as well as consciousness. Seth caught her in his arms as she fell, holding her slender body against his chest and dragging her back into the back seat of his luxury SUV.<br/><br/>Once he had tossed Jenna’s limp body over the leather seats, Seth grabbed the roll of duct tape that he always kept under the passenger’s seat. He taped Jenna’s arms behind her back, taped her ankles together and then taped her mouth closed.<br/><br/>Closing the door to his own vehicle, Seth quickly shut Jenna’s hood and tossed her keys into the driver’s seat. Leaving Jenna’s door unlocked, Seth slammed his hood shut and climbed into the driver’s seat. In almost simultaneous motion, he started the engine and hit a speed dial key on his phone. The call played through the Escalade speakers.<br/><br/><em>”Yo, who ‘dis?”</em>The raspy, lethargic sounding voice on the other end asked.<br/><br/>“Fuck, Rodney. Please tell me you’re okay to drive. I need you and your cousin to do a pickup for me. I’ll pay the same as last time, but it’s got to be in the next couple of hours. You available? Or is it somebody else’s lucky day?” Seth shouted at his dashboard.<br/><br/><em>”Oh! Shit, Seth! My bad, man. I’m down. Just gimme a sec to grab a pen… and… fuck, out of ink. Hold on.”</em>The voice on the other end sounded much more alert, even as he could be heard moving away from the phone.<em>”Hey! Jamaal! Jamaal, I need a pen! We got business tonight..”</em><br/><br/>Then there was a pause, another voice was speaking but it was far too removed to register as actual speech.<br/><br/>“Goddamn this stupid mother fucker…” Seth hissed, waiting for Rodney to come back to the phone, he pulled to a stop at a red light.<br/><br/><em>”Alright, I’m here. What’s the address?”</em>Rodney said into his phone at last.<br/><br/>Just as Seth was about to tell him where to pick up Jenna’s car, an LAPD squad car stopped next to him at the light.<br/><br/>“Oh fuck, I’m going to have to text you the address. The Five-Oh just rolled up beside me and I’m riding dirty as hell.” Seth said out of the corner of his mouth before putting his sound system on mute.