No, take the bus

Just then, he bus arrived. You thought for a moment that you should run. He had clearly been waiting for the bus, so you could be rid of him. But then you wondered what would happen if you just kept going and he decided not to take the bus. No one was nearby. The bus would drive away. And the older man would be left to follow you. You could be in real danger, if that happened.

The bus, though, at least had a couple of other people on it. The driver, of course, and another passenger toward the back. A woman. No way the guy would try anything with others around, right? So you decide to hope on the bus. It could take you to your house anyway.

You quickly climb on, feeling the eyes of the man on your ass as he follows you. You walk to the back where the woman is sitting. You do not sit next to her, but close enough that you feel safer. The man sits in the middle, giving you a over before he sits. You take a breath, relieved to have avoided a potentially dangerous situation.

The bus drives on for about ten minutes, and you start to forget about the man. Your mind turns again to your friend and what he had just done to you. More so, you dwell on the fact that you enjoyed it. You still feel empty from it. As you relive it in your head, you start to grow a little hard, a little excited. You squirm in your seat.

Just then, the bus stops and the woman gets up. You look out the window and realize you are nowhere near your house yet. You turn and see the woman stepping off the bus. The door closes, and the bus continues. You are left with the man, who is now walking your way. Your heart beats faster and you start to get scared again. He is right at you now. His eyes molesting your body. His large shadow engulfing you, making you small. He is clean-shaven yet somehow animalistic. You want to try and push past him. At the same time, your body wants to just shrink up.

"Hey there, sweet thing," he says in a deep voice.