The hum of the car and slight motion helped Jacqueline ease off into a short but deep slumber. The deep slumber in which an exhale is stronger than the inhale. She didn't feel Prince's index and middle fingers touch the side of her throat occasionally to ensure she was among the living. The sleep took over like an ocean wave in which there is no conscious control. The pre-frontal lobe has been overloaded and the primordial limbic system takes over to reboot the unit for upcoming threats.
It was not characteristic of Prince to take chances like this...this....this could turn out to be a nightmare if she slipped out of consciousness. He questioned himself over and over again about this decision while he avoided going back to Paisley. Kirk would tell him to drive by an ER (not a busy one) and somehow slip the basket case with her luggage and the pickaxe on a bench, bring the rental to him and he'll take care of it. But something in her demeanor looked regal yet fragile as if this were someone to protect in this unwinding personal crisis. She didn't look like an over the top fan who might try to attack him.... well present weapons excluded, rufie him or put him into any other sexually compromising situation for money purposes.
Prince mused to himself. "Heavenly Father, I have isolated myself from people so much that I've lost my intuition! I've lost trust in people because I have staff who can tell me everything before I let anyone within 50 yards of me!" He reached over again to check her carotid. She's still among the living.
A fleeting thought of searching for her driver's license and calling his people crossed his mind but like a bright neon sign flashing at the windshield he saw Invasion of Privacy!!!! Yep, Prince had used that enough he could cite chapter and verse.
Jacqueline breathed in and let out a satisfied quiet moan as she exhaled. She then shivered quickly as to shake off a chill. Prince pulled to the side of the road to see if stopping the car would awaken her. Didn't work. Another quick shiver. Only then did he realize she had all the AC vents that she could reach pointed directly on her with the temperature below 60 degrees and an icepack on her nose that was now dripping cold water from her face to her neck. He picked up the icepack with one hand while diverting the AC vents with the other. Looking back at the icepack after modifying the vents he noticed it was now dripping on her chest. Another short shiver and the inevitable bodily reaction. "Glasscutters," Prince thought to himself as he threw the pack on the car floor. He mentally chastised himself as he pulled back on the road.
As Prince began to drive toward Paisley his mind started sorting facts. Jacqueline Juliet Kenny. She is getting a divorce after seeing her husband engaging in coitus (and that looked ugly) with another woman. This affair has been going on at least six months. They have one child, a son. The husband does have a temper and it looks as if he had crossed a line by hitting the son and leaving marks. She dresses as a recently arrived upper middle class woman, early 40s. Given all that he had witnessed he decided to trust his intuition and drive to Paisley.
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Jacqueline began to rouse a bit. Her eyes fluttered and opened. Looking up through the sunroof she recognized the rental car. She looked over at the driver's seat. Empty.
Yep. Next stop is The Laughing Academy. Bring on the straight jacket.
She stepped out of the car and started walking toward the white building. A velvety voice asked, "Where are you going?"
In her sleep cluttered mind she turned around to see the Prince that she had come to think of as imaginary. She quickened her pace.
"Jacqueline! Slow down!" Prince called. He tried to catch up with her.
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Dear Mr. Fantasy
FanfictionJacquline Juliet Kenny had witnessed a dramatic end to life as she knew it. Infidelity is known as death by 1000 cuts. How would she survive after her 20 year marriage went belly up? A chance encounter at a pharmacy leads to a night spent at Pais...
