Melissa prepares herself.

You're in the shower. Hot steamy water rolls off your skin. As you lather up your body, all you can think about is Rick.

"That bastard..." you whisper, afraid someone may discover who's on your mind in the shower.

But, the way he made you feel. Those feelings, so powerful; so wrong. What the fuck is wrong with you, Melissa?

Tonight, you will resist him. No matter what he tries. Going out tonight and coming home in proper state, without disheveled hair, will prove to the world and yourself that you're not just some girl that any man can fuck with, even if he's got a big...

You begin to touch yourself. Your fingers slide between your legs as the water continues to pour and clean your body, but not your dirty mind.

'Melissa,' you think, 'What the fuck is wrong with you?' But, you can't stop yourself...

Moments later, you're fixing your hair and makeup in front of the mirror when you hear the ring of the doorbell.

Suddenly, you become fearful: "Oh no, he's here...he's actually here."

You rush the last details of your eyeliner and throw a couple condoms in your purse before rushing to the door in your tight deep-blue dress.