As Ty walked down the street, his phone rang. He pulled it out, but he did not recognize the number. Still, he answered it. "Hello?" he said.
"Who the fuck is this?" a familiar woman's voice said.
Ty immediately hung up. He stopped walking. What am I going to do? he thought.
His phone rang again. "Shit!" he said. He did not answer. Then, he silenced his phone.
"Hey!" He heard that woman's voice again. This time it was coming from behind him on the street. He turned around and saw the brunette approaching him with her phone out and an angry look on her face. She saw the phone in his hand. "You stay right there," she said with a touch of fury in her voice.
Ty turned and started to walk away as casually as he could.
"Stop now," she said. "Or, I'll start screaming 'rape.'"
Ty stopped. What am I going to do? He turned back to face her.
She walked right up to him and held up her phone. "Why the fuck is there a picture of me with my tits out on my phone?" She showed him the selfie he had taken in her body. "'Cause, I sure as hell don't remember taking it. And, why was it sent to your phone with my address? What the fuck did you do?"
"I-I..." Ty stammered.
"Why the fuck did I just wake up in an alley with my tits hanging out?"
"Listen," Ty said holding up his hands defensively. "It's not what you think?"
"Really?" she said. "I really hope it's not because right now I'm thinking that I was just drugged in an alley and some kid was playing with my tits. So, what was it then?"
Ty tried to think of a plan. Sure, there were a million ways he could wish himself out of this situation, but he wanted to avoid complicating things any further. Already, it was clear that he had fucked up when he had used her phone. He needed to be careful.
"Well?" she asked putting her hands on her hips. "I'm waiting, or would you rather I just called the cops?"
"No!" Ty said. "Wait a second."
What am I going to do?