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Merri Brook
Joined: 05 Sep 2011 Posts: 76
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Posted: Thu Feb 16, 2012 7:58 pm Post subject: First page of "Where Have All The Bunnies Gone?" |
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It was a cold rainy evening when she exited the back door of the Playboy Club and headed left on Boylston Street. The next block down was Hadassah Way. As she crossed the narrow street, the young dark haired women noticed a man was heading straight for her at a rapid pace. The 1966 blue Mustang which she had just purchased was parked on the opposite side of the street. She jumped into her car and tried to close the door but her rust colored leather midi coat was hanging out; a lump formed in her throat as she quickly reached down, grabbed the hem and locked the door. The man was wearing a raincoat over a sports jacket with an ascot around his neck flashed a badge and yelled ??Police Officer, roll down your window! ? The women put her foot on the gas and made a quick turn to the left to get out of the parking space, at the same time he jumped back and she was gone. Her heart was thumping, she was scared as hell. That was before the term stalker was heard of. |
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hefdream
Joined: 26 Feb 2006 Posts: 36 Location: Buenos Aires, Argentina
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Posted: Fri Feb 17, 2012 2:11 pm Post subject: |
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Let me know when the book is finished good luck
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Bunny Sylvia
Joined: 21 Dec 2009 Posts: 6
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Posted: Fri Mar 27, 2015 1:42 am Post subject: too close for comfort |
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I had a stalker for real, but he wasn't a policeman. You should have the car turning right on Luckie from the streeet where we all parked beside the Dinkler. I drove a metallic blue 1964 Mustang and had a stalker who followed me home each night.
Bunny Sylvia
1965 Atlanta Bunny |
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