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Kidnapped

... life insurance."

They both gasped at my accusation. "You don't believe that do you?" Esme whispered almost inaudibly. "No, he wouldn't. Would he... How much is your life insurance?"

"Three hundred thousand." I replied.

"Three... Damn that boy. After hearing all this. I wouldn't bet against it." Howard snarled gruffly.

What I couldn't believe was how supportive they were. When I told them I was going to have to try and get an advance on my salary until I sorted out my problems with the bank. Esme, handed me her personal credit card and said. "Use this until it's all settled dear. We can work it out later."

Grant was in more hot water than he suspected. The FBI, also came to the conclusion that perhaps he had something to do with my kidnapping. I knew it wasn't true, but I was feeling very angry with him. It would do him no harm to suffer for a while.

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Daisy, I couldn't shift her from my mind. I found myself changing to a lilac shampoo, just so I could keep the smell near, and fresh in my mind. I recalled looking into her eyes, the feel of her hands as she dried me after showering.

The way she cared for me, always defending me. Even once I was back at work, her memory was always there. Strangely, I had feelings for her that stretched far further than gratitude. I had to admit it. I was attracted to her.

As you can imagine, that brought about some very deep introspective moments. I like a lot of girls I imagine toyed with some of the other girls ...

... at college. My first kiss was with Rebekah, my best friend. At college, our sorority had the odd pajama party that got out of hand.

When I thought about those moments, I wasn't horrified, I was excited, aroused. Is that what I wanted?"

There is some evidence concerning captives falling in love with their captors. It happened often enough to be given a name. "STOCKHOLM SYNDROME.'

Was it that simple, was I that shallow I felt affection because she was kind to me? Possible, but to understand it. I had to find her.

First stop, social media. I searched relentlessly using Daisy as my driver. How many daisy's were there in New York? Literally hundreds, and it didn't matter how long I stared into the eyes of the ones supplying photos. I couldn't find a match.

I got out my map, and worked through the information I did have. The area was still huge. There was nothing for it but to drive and see what I could see.

I had one guaranteed location. I could use as my starting point. Then try and pin point some targets.

The case against Grant grew quickly. The FBI, took the charges against him very seriously. It made front page news. His parents hadn't quite disowned him, but close. With proof of sales, and my own deposits into our joint account. I was able to prove that at least half of the money was mine.

That allowed me to transfer it to my own account. Grant was so busy fighting off the other accusations and trying to stay on good terms with his parents he didn't ...