Leave

My face flushed and it dawned on me how crazy what I just did was. I stood, the action put unexpected strain on my thighs which were sore from... Oh my god. Hot shame was sweeping down my body. I pulled my rode up skirt and raced out of the room

I fumble in my purse for my keys wanting more than anything to go home. Tears streamed down my face. How could I do that? I'm not that kind of girl. Short gasps of air are all I can manage

"Miss? "It's the guy. I can hear his voice even from our short interaction is seared in my brain "let me give you a ride

. . .

I feel a little better now that I'm in his car away from that awful place. The vehicle glides over the road carrying us away

"You seem upset" his words fill the empty silence

"I swear I'm not that kind of girl I I- don't know what came over me. I feel so-"

He pulls to the side of the road and puts his car in park.

"Your right I should go" I try to open the door but he grips my wrist.

"Look at me, I don't want you to ever feel bad about something you do with me. You feel empowered and sexy. You like it, ok?"

My face smoothes as it think about that. He's right. I shouldn't feel ashamed actually I'm proud. I look at him with a smile.

"Sorry I don't know why I was acting so crazy there, Your right I don't feel bad at all." He smiles.

"Ok good. Where do you want to go?"