"Won't they be expecting that?" Liz asked "would it be better to stop before or after the station?" She didnt know why she was making the suggestion. She didnt want to stay with them did she? She also didnt want to go back. This was her chance to make her life her own. She knew that she would need help though. Alone her father would find her in no time. She she was male a choice. She was stay with these men unless one of them tried to hurt her.

"Exactly" samuel responds. "They will likely try to stop us before we reach the station. Ive already adresses that issue." He stuffs his cellphone into his pocket, and grins. I think you two will rather enjoy the surprise i have for us, and the police down at the station. Our surprise comes in 9 hours. For now, we need to take shifts sleeping, in case they come back early."

Samuel looks over to you. "You know, you have been mighty helpfull for a girl who just got kidnapped. If i didnt know any better, id say you didnt wanna go home!" He grins as he tosses the statement out. He didnt even care how you answered. You could tell just by his cockey smile, that no matter what you said, thats what he would believe, and there was no changing that. "Either way, are you tired? If so ill take first shift. I had the most recent nap after all."

Liz blushed. She wasn't sure that she could explained her reasoning even if she had wanted to. Anyone else in this situation would run as fast and as far as he or she could. And she still might. But for now she was ok with staying with them. They had treated her better then she had ever been treated in her life. She didn't know how to live on her own but these men could teach her. She needed help if she didn't want to end up back with her father.

"Judging by your lack of words, im going to assume your tired." Samuel takes off his armour pads again, and rest them in the corner of the engine room. Next to the engine was warm, and the structure of the engine room gave a wide open biew to the star glazed sky above. Beyond the rolm was the gentle "chucka chucka chucka" of the train, and the occasional sound of wildlife on the move. The tracks, after they had left the big city were heading towards a moutain range, surrounded by lush forest. This was clearly a private rail.

Samuel walked past you and gave you a smile as he did. Then, he sat in the conductor chair, put his hands behind his head, and leaned back. All he had to do was watch for sharp turns. And since he ownt the rail, he knew where they all were. So mostly, he could relax, humm, and watch the stars. Samuel's "Boy" hadn't waisted a moment. He was already sound asleep, still propped on the wall where Samuel had put him. In his hand was a small silver locket with a picture of him, a young woman, and a little girl. Next to that was a silver cross on a chain.

Liz looked around for a place to sleep. There weren't a lot of places. She made herself her comfortable as far from the other man as she could. She had never been on a train before. So it took some getting use to. Eventually the movement of the train lulled her to sleep. She dreamed of freedom. But she also dreamed of her father catching her. She whimpered and tossed and turned until she finally gave up and woke up.

When you woke up, it was 3 hours till morning sun. Samuel was still in the same spot, but now he was lazily adjusting the levers and pullies etc. with his boot. By now, we had already driven most of the way past the mountains. We were on a gentle downhill slope, casually going around the curves in the rail line at 20-30 mph. Samuel had heard you toss and turn before you woke up, and turned his head to check on you. He saw that you were awake, and grinned.

"Well well. Somebody is up early. Haha goodmornig sunshine." He says, in a tired yet cheerfull mood. After all, you being awake meant it was his turn for sleep. 3 hours of sleep over 4 days, and he is still attentive enough to know when its his turn. "Oh great timing." He yawns loudly. "Now when mah man Julius wakes up, i can sleep. Cant have you running anout with full control of the train, unnatendedly leading us to cops now can we?" He puts his feet down, and turns the chair to face you.

"It's not like a can take the train to the police station while you sleep." Liz told him with a smile. "The train track kind of determines where we go. But I understand you not trusting me. I wouldn't trust me either." She told him. She looked at the other man and wondered how long he would sleep. She sat up. She studied her kidnapper more carefully then she had before. He was about her again. She wondered what he knew about life. What kind of experiences had he had over the years.

Observation would tell you that Samuel was much younger than his co-worker. Actually, he was roughly your age by the looks of it. His face was a well carved one, and his eyes showed the reflection of a long hard road that lay behind him. In the dim light of the engine, his hair shone like gold, and his skin seemed feintly tanned. He yawned once more, showing his well kempt white teeth. Had he not been kidnapping you, he likely would have been the guy somebody saw at the mall with a smal crowd of women idoling over him from afar. The fact that he mentioned he had money only made that likelyhood greater.

Samuel looked down at you, looking for something to say. He wanted to kick his co-worker in his bullet wound to wake him up, so that samuel may rest. However, he felt that he wanted to talk to you more. But how to start a conversation? He couldnt ask a question because he knew everything about you accept for...

"So uh... Hows the love life? That wasnt exactly on your portfolio." He said. Merely asking the question brought a hint of red to his face, and he scratched the back of his head nervously. He smiled as best he could, hoping to not make the conversation any more awkward than he thought it was.

Liz tilted her head thoughtfully. She hadn't realized they had a profile on her. That explained a lot actually. She pushed her long blonde hair out of her face. She blushed prettily at the questions. "I don't have a love life. My father doesn't allow me to date. I bet you have a lot of dating stories though." She could imagine him dating many woman at once. He was way out of her league. Not because of his money. Her father was pretty rich and she had her own inheritance. But when it came to experience he had more then she would ever have.

"Haha not as many as you would think." Synn chuckled. "I havent been on many dates because im always working. Thats part of the reason i want to retire. That way i get that chance to sit back and relax with my money, and a woman who likes the outdoors, and stargazing." Samuel revealed his surprising truth without much resistance. Then again, "that many dates" wasnt exactly a specific number. Was he the person who counted that as only one or 2? A 6-8? A couple dozen, while on a "dry streak"?!?!

"If i wasnt kidnapping you, would you date me?" Sammuel was now leaning forward in his chair so it rocked back and forth underneath him. His blond hair hung loosley over his face. There was something about him, not quite describable, or pinpointable. Something ranging from his manners (sorta), his muscles (lean but fit), or his overly well kept hair, that called out like a siren.

Liz chuckled softly. "I don't think you would have even noticed me if you hadn't been hired to kidnap me." She told him softly. She didn't consider herself beautiful. She was too plain. She easily faded into the background. She had only been asked out a couple of time over the years. She knew that the only reason her kidnapper hadn't had more dates was because he had chosen to work rather then date. "But if you asked I would have been tempted."

"Oh so you find me tempting?" Samuel was grinning now, fighting off the urge to laugh at the amusement. He wouldnt have laughed at you, but more so at himself. He wasnt the person who could be flattered too much because he more the less wouldnt know how to react. This time he had a guess and a gamble. He leaned forward a bit more in his chair, praying not to make a fool of himself. "Well, i think i would have noticed you. You are pretty tempting yourself if i may say so."

Meanwhile, Samuel's partner had rolled to his right, and was now burrying his face against the engine.

Liz shook her head. She was sure that he was teasing her. She wasn't tempting. Tempting woman didn't get overlooked. So he was either teasing her or making fun of her. She didn't like the idea of him doing either. She looked away from him. She stare at the sleeping man for a minute trying to figure out what to day. "I think your are teasing me. Everyone over looks me." She told him honestly. She had only been asked out twice. She knew woman who were tempting got asked out more then that.

"Im not teasing you." Sanuel slid forward off the chair, and it naturally wobbled back into place behind him. He squated across from you, with his elbows on his kneese. "I mean it. Your a beautiful young woman, and I swear, im not overlooking you." He lifted his arm that had been grazed by a bullet, and fresh blood broke the scab, then trickled down his bicep. He guided your head with the tips of his fingers, so that you could see the senserity in his eyes. Then, without much further warning, he leaned forward to plant his lips upon yours.

Oh god she is gunna kill me for this one if the cops or her father dont kill me first. He thought to himself. None the less he went for the kiss. His mind was rushing, and he was pretty sure this wasnt going to end badly, but there was no turning back now.

Liz didn't believe him. Why would he notice her? Other then the fact she was the only female in the area. When his hand touched her face she flinched not expecting him to be gently. Not because he seemed the sort to resort to violence, but because she had rarely been touched gently. She studied his face and eyes watching for any indication for what he was going to do. She was shocked when he kissed her. Who would have thought her first kiss would be on a train with a man that kidnapped her.

Face not slapped? Check. Balls not kicked? Check. Shoulder not pushed away? Check. Woa she didnt fight it! Samuel mentaly went down the check list, then after a 2 or 3 second long kiss pulled back. He damn nearly patted himself down to make sure he wasnt shanked or shot without his notice. He simply didnt expect you to let him kiss you. Oh well, you didnt kiss him back. When he thought about your file, he didnt fully expect you to have kissed back. But wait...

When he thought hard about that file... It read No minor, nor significant relationships. So, unless you playe 5 minuts in heaven during highschool, spin the bottle, or somebody else aproached you as unexpectedly as he did..... Oh god i didnt... Was that... the thought sank in after, but samuel refused to let his conscern show. After all, he had no proof that that was your first kiss. Right? Instead, he smiled to you after. If it was your first, he wanted it to seem like a damn good one, and make it at least look like Samuel enjoyed himself. He could always help you practice on other, not first, kisses. But he had to do whatever it took to make that one special.

"I meant it." He states, letting his finger tips linger on your cheek for just a moment. He left an opportunity for you to return the kiss, without forcing it on you, and hopefully without making things awkward. Meanwhile, the train continued a slow chug down the side of the mountain.

Liz licked her lips nervously. She watched her kidnapper with nervous uncertain eyes. She didn't know exactly how she felt about being kissed in such an unusual way. It had been a nice kiss. At least she thought that it was a decent kiss. She wanted to do it again but she wasn't sure that he would welcome her practicing on him. She decided that she was going to take a chance. She slowly leans forward. She gives him time to move away if he wanted to. She gently brushed her lips against his.

Samuel saw what you were doing, then leaned forward to meet you half way. He was kind enough to tilt his head a bit to the side, so that you two wouldnt bump heads or stab each others eyes with your noses. His hand held your cheek gently, and he parted his lips just a bit so they would overlap comfortably with your own. He placed his right hand lightly on your knee, to try to help keep you calm.

This second kiss, was a bit more than the first, since now it was mutual. Samuel, dared even to close his eyes all the way, to make things more comfortable for you. For a guy who hasnt been on "that many" dates lately, he seemed to know the finer details of a kiss, and didnt mind sharing them.

The train lurched a bit as it suddenly began to climb over a small hill on the mountain side. This caused Samuel to lean more into you. He didnt break the kiss though, and the way his weight shifted could easily be taken as an attempt to move onto you and heat things up some. He didnt mean it, but when your locking lips, body language is important.

Liz was relieved when he didn't move away from her. She was nerves about kissing a man of her own free will. She was grateful to him for keeping his hand on her cheek. It helped her focus. She noticed he closed his eyes. She didn't want to closed her eyes. She wanted to watched his reaction. When the train lurched she wrapped her arms around him to keep herself from falling forward. She liked the way he felt against her.

Feeling you grasp him startled Samuel, though less than before. At this point, pressed against you like this, it just felt natural. Slowly, his lips parted, inching your ow. Apart, since they were entwined, and he extended to massage your tongue with his own. His left hand stretched out, so that your face rested in his palm rather than against his finger tips. He had just noticed that other hand slid from your knee to your thigh during the lurch. He slowly shifted it back to the apropriate possition, hoping to not bring attention to it.

Yet still, something about this all felt natural to Samuel. So, halfway between your thigh and knee, he stopped inching his hand away, and simply left there. He was really enjoying these moments here. Your skin was softer, and much better taken care of than his own, and your body was cool to the touch. Not to mention the adrenaline he was beginning to feel.