26.Feb.12, 11:54 PM
She winced at his cry of pain, and the ache that rocketed up her arm. “Stop groping me!” she snapped, and shoved at him with her hands, trying to get him off (her body.) “I don't know who you are, but you need to watch where you're touching!” How infuriating, that drunken lout! Jada wriggled, trying to draw her legs up, to get the leverage to push him off of her body. Maybe she would be able to just roll him off her legs and onto the ground, and then she could leave.
She reached for the wood behind her, gripping it with her hands, and tried to drag herself up. This was absolutely ridiculous. Her nice night? RUINED.
She reached for the wood behind her, gripping it with her hands, and tried to drag herself up. This was absolutely ridiculous. Her nice night? RUINED.