"That's Why the Lady is a Tramp" Meggy and WG
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				Title: <strong>"That's Why the Lady is a Tramp" Meggy and WG</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wizeguy2182</strong> on <strong>28-07-2008, 05:06:03</strong>
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				Jimmy leaned against the rear bumper of his car. He hated having his cousin drive into the back of it earlier that morning, but the bumper DID have to be dented. Now standing there with the trunk lid up, he hoped it was worth the hassle. He loved that vintage Lincoln.<br><br>"She better at least be decent lookin" he thought to himself. <br><br>He was parked in front of an older apartment building. The nieghborhood was fairly ok. It used to be strictly an Italian neighborhood, but not so much anymore. Jimmy reached into the pocket of his black, Italian leather coat for his smokes and lighter. He hoped it wouldn't be a long wait, as he puffed on his Marlborough and watched the door through his sunglasses for Izzy to come out.
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				Title: <strong>Re: "That's Why the Lady is a Tramp" Meggy and WG</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BentNotBroken</strong> on <strong>28-07-2008, 05:11:26</strong>
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				Izzy stepped out of the elevator in her apartment building and walked towards the front door of the building. Her sunglasses were on top of her head and she dug around in her purse, looking for her cell phone as she neared the door. "where the fuck are my keys..I know they're in here.." she grumbled to herself as she opened the door and stepped out onto the stoop.<br><br>The sun was bright and she quickly pulled her shades down over her eyes as she finally found her keys in the bottom of her Gucci bag. She walked down the steps, barely noticing the man leaning against the car parked on the curb in front of the building.
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				Title: <strong>Re: "That's Why the Lady is a Tramp" Meggy and WG</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wizeguy2182</strong> on <strong>28-07-2008, 05:16:21</strong>
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				Seeing her walk out the door, Jimmy quickly got in character.<br><br>"Oh! Mam! Oh my God, can you help me? I was parked here eating at the restaraunt over there, and when I came back, some lowlife had rear-ended me. Can you believe that? This car is a classic. Do you have a cell phone I could use to call this into my insurance? Oh my God, look at the bumper, will you? That's ruined"
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				Title: <strong>Re: "That's Why the Lady is a Tramp" Meggy and WG</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BentNotBroken</strong> on <strong>28-07-2008, 05:19:35</strong>
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				Izzy paused, raising a brow. "I guess...but hurry up, I'm on my way somewhere.." she said naively, rolling her eyes. She dug around in her purse and handing the stranger her phone.<br><br>Crossing her arms, she stood there, waiting for him to make his call and return her phone to her so that she could be on her way to her father's house. If she didn't arrive soon, he would start to worry. She glances over at the bumper of the car, observing the damage.
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				Title: <strong>Re: "That's Why the Lady is a Tramp" Meggy and WG</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wizeguy2182</strong> on <strong>28-07-2008, 05:37:57</strong>
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				Jimmy took the phone from her dainty hand. Dropping it quicky into his pocket with his left hand, he grabbed her by the arm with his right and litterally threw her into the trunk of his car as she came close enough to look at his dented bumper. Not wasting any time, he closed the trunk, jumped in the driver's seat and drove off. Jimmy was carefully to drive the speed limit and stop for all the lights. Attracting attention to his already dented car was not what he needed right now. Not with Izzy in the trunk. The plan had been to use Jimmy's car to take her to a basement apartment in some suburbs just across the Jersey state line. Jimmy had regretted using his beloved automobile for this, but since it was an older car, it didn't have one of those safety latches in the trunk. Knowing he wouldn't have time to tie her hands on the street, this was a neccessity.<br><br>"She's not too bad to look at" he mused as he drove, "Hell, I think I'm gonna enjoy this." <br><br>And with that thought in mind, he quit worrying about his bumper and turned his thoughts to the rest of the task at hand. He followed the map his mind's eye showed him, until he reached the house in Jersey. It belonged to one of his father's friends who was on a fishing vacation down in the keys. This house was perfect, being removed from the City was a plus, but what made it perfect was the fully furnished basement apartment. There was a heavy steel door at the top of a steep set of stairs. This door was kept locked and would be guarded while Jimmy had Izzy down there. The only way out was to ask the guard to let you out over the intercom. <br><br>Pulling, into the garage, Jimmy pushed the button that closed the garage door, pulled Izzy from the trunk kicking and screaming and drug her forcefully down into the basement. The door closed behind them with a solid "thud"
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				Title: <strong>Re: "That's Why the Lady is a Tramp" Meggy and WG</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BentNotBroken</strong> on <strong>28-07-2008, 05:43:14</strong>
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				Izzy screamed and struggled wildly as he drug her down the steps into the basement. "Let go of me you fucking asshole!" she shrieked. <br><br>As the door slammed shut loudly behind them, she elbowed him hard in the ribs and took off running. She wasn't sure where she was going, unfamiliar as she was with the layout of the basement. But she was praying that she would find an ulterior exit of some kind.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: "That's Why the Lady is a Tramp" Meggy and WG</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wizeguy2182</strong> on <strong>28-07-2008, 05:56:16</strong>
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				Jimmy let her go after she elbowed him. He wasn't worried. He knew she would settle down in a minute. He watched her look around the large square basement apartment. It was just one large room. In the middle there was a leather sectional couch in a "U" shape. A large rug with a coffe table sat in front of it. Opposite the couch was a gas fireplace. In one corner, there were some chairs sitting around a table with no places set at it. Another corner held a queen sized four poster bed with expensive burgundy satin sheets on it. There was a bar in the third corner, and an entertainment center with a couple of Lay-Z-Boys around it in the last corner. The lights from the cieling were dim. Being the only light in the room, Jimmy turned them up a bit to see her better and took a chair at the table with his back to the wall. She was pretty he thought. A petite girl at around 5'1" and 105 pounds (he guessed). He was especially taken with her pretty blue eyes and long dark blond hair. He wondered what she was wearing under her short skirt and tank-top. <br><br>Finally he spoke... "Ya won't be able to get out of here, ya know. We're in the basement. The only way out is to ask the guard to let us out over the intercom. But I don't think that will be much help to ya. If ya'd care to sit and listen for a moment, I can tell ya what you're doin here."
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				Title: <strong>Re: "That's Why the Lady is a Tramp" Meggy and WG</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BentNotBroken</strong> on <strong>28-07-2008, 06:03:07</strong>
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				Izzy quickly realized that there were no other rooms, except for a bathroom. She stopped running and stood still, looking around the large room, frowning.<br><br>"I dont feel like sitting. Who the fuck are you and why am I here?" she demanded angrily, glaring at him. Trying her best to be brave, although inside she was scared to death.
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				Title: <strong>Re: "That's Why the Lady is a Tramp" Meggy and WG</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wizeguy2182</strong> on <strong>28-07-2008, 06:21:21</strong>
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				He was called "Whispers" because he preffered to get things done by talking them over calmly, to avoid losing a temper that while dangerous, was not often shown. Most people either found him to be agreeable and convincing to talk to, and if they didn't, then they had heard of his temper and decided not to get on his bad side. He could sense Izzy's fear and knew her yelling was because she was scared. He wanted to make sure that he broke any part of her spirit that might resist him. Jimmy "Whispers" Scarpelli walked over to where she stood near the sectional and sat her down with a push. <br><br>"Now, isn't that more comfortable?"<br><br>He reached into his coat slowly, (hoping to scare her just a little) and pulled out an envelope that held a few pictures of her in front of her apartment building. <br><br>"I know who ya are Izzy. Your daddy and my pop aren't on good terms right now. A couple of our union guys who had nothing to do with their fued got it a few nights ago. Now who's gonna take care of their families? It's sad. Some of 'em had kids. Now I know you love your Dad, and you can sympathize with how those kids must feel. We didn't wanna hurt your old man, so we came up with this plan. Since he hasn't wanted a sit-down with my old man, we figured we'd make him sit down and listen so we could avoid any more of this unpleasantness. No one can make good money like this. Now I know what ya must be thinkin'. I know your scared. But after I get the word my old man has talked to your old man, I'll drive you back home."<br><br>"And ya won't have to ride in the trunk this time." he added with a smile.
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				Title: <strong>Re: "That's Why the Lady is a Tramp" Meggy and WG</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BentNotBroken</strong> on <strong>28-07-2008, 06:30:41</strong>
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				Izzy frowned up at him from her seat on the couch. "Your dad? Who is your father? There are quite a few people my dad doesn't get along with..." she tells him, crossing her arms stubbornly. She crosses her legs, her short skirt riding a bit higher on her thighs.<br><br>He could tell from her smooth legs and well manicured finger and toe nails that she takes good care of herself and cares about her appearance. She has her legs and her mound waxed on a regular basis, although her father doesn't know of the latter. Her friend told her boy's liked it that way. As far as her daddy knows, his credit card pays only for her manicure, pedicure, and leg waxing. The way she looks at it, What he doesn't know, won't hurt him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: "That's Why the Lady is a Tramp" Meggy and WG</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wizeguy2182</strong> on <strong>28-07-2008, 06:44:13</strong>
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				"My Dad... would be Don Scarpelli" he says, smiling playfully. <br><br>"If ya don't know who he is, that's fine. Don't worry about it. I know that ya are sheltered from this lifestyle. To be honest, I really hated to grab ya like that. I know ya don't have anything in this, but it's the last resort, ya know what I mean?"<br><br>Taking notice that her skirt rides just a little bit higher as she crosses her legs, Jimmy remembers his plans for this beautiful girl. He picks up a remote control laying next to her on the couch and pushes a button. Frank Sinatra's warm voice fills the room from speakers in every corner. As "Summer Wind" begins to play he walks around behind her and dims the lights a bit. <br><br>"Oh, by the way..." he says as he walks up behind her on the couch "I wanted to do something to show my sincerity. I really do feel bad about all this." <br><br>Jimmy reaches into his pocket and takes out a small box and opens it. Inside is a gold chain with a rather large gold pendant. It is studded with diamond and ruby chips with a large diamond in the middle. He lowers it over her and clasps it. Brushing her hair away as he puts it on her, he carreses the nape of her neck with his hand and a gentle breath. He walks back around to face her.<br><br>"Care for a drink?" Jimmy asks. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: "That's Why the Lady is a Tramp" Meggy and WG</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BentNotBroken</strong> on <strong>28-07-2008, 06:50:49</strong>
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				"OH....I see..." she mutters, instantly recognizing the Scarpelli name. "You're right, I don't have anything to do with all this..." she tells him, annoyed.<br><br>She watches as he pushes the remote and the Frank Sinatra song starts playing, filling the room with romantic music. The lights go dim and she frowns, a bit, in confusion.<br><br>She jumps a bit as she hears his voice from behind her, "What do you mean show me your sincer--" she stops mid sentence as she feels him putting the necklace around her neck, clasping it closed. Her skin getting goosebumps as his hand caresses the nape of her neck. She fingers the pendant, now even more confused.<br><br>"I..uh..water please.." she tells him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: "That's Why the Lady is a Tramp" Meggy and WG</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wizeguy2182</strong> on <strong>28-07-2008, 07:02:49</strong>
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				Jimmy chuckles a bit at her and walks over to the bar. He pours two glasses of wine and carries them back over to the couch, where he has a seat beside her. <br><br>"Water?" he says smiling. "Here, try some of this. It's good. It's hard to get this here. It's made at a small vineyard in the old country." <br><br>Handing her the glass, he looks into her stunning blue eyes.<br><br>"Ya like the necklace do ya?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: "That's Why the Lady is a Tramp" Meggy and WG</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BentNotBroken</strong> on <strong>28-07-2008, 19:05:38</strong>
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				Izzy takes a few sips of the wine. It tastes good and goes down smooth. "Yes..but I can't accept it...It's not right..." she tells him, shaking her head. She felt nervous, the way he was looking into her eyes. His close proximity to her, makes her a bit nervous.
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				Title: <strong>Re: "That's Why the Lady is a Tramp" Meggy and WG</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wizeguy2182</strong> on <strong>29-07-2008, 02:40:44</strong>
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				"Sure ya can." Jimmy says somewhat sternly. <br><br>"Consider it a gift to make up for your inconvenience of being held here." he added with a disarming smile.<br><br>Removing his jacket, Jimmy tosses it across the room to land on one of the Lay-Z-Boys and sits back into the couch. He looks at her, "You should get comfortable, relax a little. It's hard to tell how long you're gonna be here. If ya get hungry, or want anything, just ask. How's that wine taste to ya?"<br><br>
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