Leroy and I discussed his plan. Would observe her movements when Candy left the club. For the next few days, we returned to the club, watched some of the other dancers, none of whom were as good as Candy.

One evening we noticed a gentleman, who also seemed interested in Candy sitting at a table by himself. A lttle bit later, the waitress handed Leroy a card with his telephone number scribbled on a napkin, with the words "call me" on it.

Riding home that evening we discussed the stranger. He looked like someone who didn't fuck around. "Better call him Leroy!" When the farmer punched up the number, a deep voice answered.

"What kind of plans to do have for Candy?"

"We're gonna snatch her off the street while she's on her way home."

"That's basicly my plan as well, but we must be vigilant. The police station is only a block away."

"Right!"

"Where are you gonna take her?"

"We were thinking about our farm house."

"I've got a dungeon."

"A dungeon huh."

"Yup."

"We can tie her up in the back of our van and take her to your dungeon."

"But we must be sure there are no cops around!"

"Let me give you our phone number in case you need to call us."

"I know your number....and Leroy you can call me Eric."

"Okay Eric, we'll be in touch."