He lets you go.

You slide out of the car and walk away slowly. After a few yards, you hear the sound of the car motor as the man drives away leaving you all alone.

Tears cuddle down your face and you hang your head low. You try and try but you can't understand how it even got to this point. Sure, it was just a blowjob, and it could have been worse...but...it was still so bad and humiliating. Your mouth is dry and sticky. You wish you had something to drink. You shudder. You replay the moment, thinking there was more you could have done. Fearful of what more he could have done...to you. To you! Why you? "This could be your pussy," he had said. Yes, it could have been your pussy...and then, it would have been all over.

From the distance you hear the sound of a vehicle approaching. Maybe you can pick up another ride, but after that last experience, you have lost a lot of faith in motorists. You feel like dissolving into the nearby cornfields never to be seen by anybody. But, truly, all you want to do is to be back at home lying in bed asleep forever.

The vehicle is approaching and now you must make your decision. Can you make that risk? Will you be more triumphant this time than the last if harm should attempt to befall you?