Someone was here with you. You’re Jane Doe. Was there some kind of accident? You attempt to turn your head to the side, but to your surprise nothing happens. No abnormal tearing or bruising either. She walks out of sight, but you feel her gently lift up the hem of your dress. She looks like she should be standing under a streetlight, turning tricks for a quick buck.”
Your anger quickly turned to sadness at this observation. She walks out of sight, but you feel her gently lift up the hem of your dress. They would do all sorts of things to you. Hair is light brown, straight, and extends down to the small of her back. A heart attack? Your train of thought is interrupted as you feel whatever you’re lying on briefly jolt, and you see a pair of swinging doors closing on your periphery. “Oh my!” The man exclaims, “you got yourself a tight little piece right here! No further investigation necessary.”
You hear the click of the recorder stopping. Oh good! Pole dancer?”
“Nope,” the woman