Darryl is waiting for you with a cup of coffee that chases away the last traces of alcohol in
your system. With nowhere particular to go and no clue what to do next you sit with him sipping
your drink and chatting, well mostly he chats, gripping about his job and to state of the world
between starring at your legs and chest. You would be embarrassed but you hardly notice your mind is elsewhere.
You are trying to think of a way out of this mess or failing that a way to live as you are without a home,
any money or even valid ID.
Suddenly you are aware the Darryl has fallen silent “Shit he asked me a question.” You think.
“Uh. Sure?” You say trying to sound noncommittal.
You realize your mistake as he leans in and kisses you full on the mouth, for a moment you are
too stunned to react Darryl obviously takes your lack of resistance for acceptance as he puts
his arm around you and tries to give you some tongue.
“Mmmph!” You say making a futile effort to push him off but he is not taking the hint,
finally in desperation you bite hard on his lip until you taste blood.
“Fuck!” he squeals recoiling from you “Crazy bitch what the fuck was that?”
You jump up trying to apologize but as you move towards him his fist catches you in the
side of the face sending you sprawling to the floor. When you look back on it later you think
he was probably just trying to fend of the mad woman that just bit him but in the heat of the
moment through a haze of pain and adrenalin all you can see is a very large angry man looming
over you with blood on his hands. You don’t wait to find out what he’s going to do next you
snatch up the leather purse and run just as fast as your shapely leg will carry you.