Kidnapped - Sex Stories

Kidnapped

... plans, images and memories of a wonderful weekend. I missed the turn off, took the wrong exit and yep. Ended up in the middle of rush hour.

We were like teenagers. Text messages popping up. Snap chats. We did find a supposedly local trustworthy builder. Daisy showed him around, and they went over all the things we talked about. He left with a promise to have a quote for us by Friday.

Friday found me driving back down to Daisy's. My bag full of work clothes. We had so many jobs to do.

"Thirty five thousand. Ouch." I gasped in shock. "Did he explain why so much?"

"He thinks it will be less than that, but was preparing us for the worst. He said that when you start repairing rotten siding and window frames. There's always the unforeseen."

"I get that, I expected to include a contingency."

We cooked dinner together, and afterwards, Daisy guided me out to the back veranda, which faced the sunset.

"Oh my god. A swing seat." I spluttered."

"I found it in the barn when I was cleaning up. We can sit, swing and enjoy what's left of the sunset."

We slipped into it, and although it creaked a little. It felt safe. We nestled together, and let the motion set the mood.

"What should we do Sasha?"

"Get him to start as soon as possible."

"Are you sure?"

"Absolutely. It's more than I expected, but I guess it's an old place. I've never done anything like this. I get all my ideas from watching those fixer-uppers on TV."

"We're going to have to get our ...

... hands dirty Sasha."

"Yeah, I know. I'm ready for it. I came prepared. I brought us some gloves."

"We should start in the barn. There's so much stuff piled in there. We need to clear out that space."

"Good god, you're very enthusiastic all of a sudden Daisy."

"It's you. I was in a pretty dark place. I was waiting to be evicted. Then you came into my life, and now I feel like there's hope. Not just for this place either. I meant me. I love you so much."

*****

"Shit, god my back hurts." I said sighing. I lifted my arms up high and leaned back stretching. "That shit is so heavy."

"I'm hearing yah." Daisy sighed. "Crap all mighty, there's so much of it. Nearly two hundred years of broken shit. God knows where it all comes from."

So much of it we couldn't move it was so heavy. Old engines, broken farm equipment. Car parts, tractor parts. Implements. We decided on making a pile in the middle of the turn around parking area in front of the house. We'd barely started and already the pile was more than head high.

"We're going to need help." I groaned. Maybe that contractor who did the garden clean up could send out some people?"

"What we need is an army." Daisy said giggling.

"It's actually a huge area though. We could turn it into at least four more apartment style units."

"That would be pretty amazing, but think of how much it would cost. Holy smokes, the thought scares me."

"We need to get an architect out here. Maybe the builder might know ...