That’s nothing.”
“Okay. He opened the magazine. “You can do better than that, master,” Sue reminded him as he finished the magazine. “We beat the guy up, then I called 911. This is a fantasy rape. “Shh. The guy had offered her a beer on the way out, a different brand from what everyone had been drinking… She couldn’t really see what he looked like, but his voice was so soothing and kind, it was the only thing that made her feel better. A tall, powerful build, confident smile, neatly brushed hair, an air of total confidence. “I think you have some reading material,” she said playfully. I wouldn’t let them put you in the same ambulance as him unless they let me come with you.”
“Th…thank you,” she mumbled. OHHHH!”
He flopped back on the bench and hurriedly did up his pants. She’d seen the other guy at the party.
