Fight

Oh fuck this, I'm not your toy.

Penny stood up and crossed her arms under her breasts. Mr. Travers stumbled backwards a half-step and looked shamelessly up and down her exposed body, seeing as much as he could in the dim light from the streetlamps. He put his right hand down as though reaching for his cock. but he stopped himself short of grabbing it.

Penny did not keep her composure as well as she planned. She had not realized that she was capable of feeling this much disgust, and her face contorted into an expression of absolute hatred.

You've known me for my whole fucking life, and when you find me injured and scared you see it as your chance for some action! I call you out and you threaten me!

Mr. Travers didn't seem to notice the murderous look on her face. He wasn't looking that high up. He was barely breathing, resisting the urge to touch himself as he stared in awe.

Come on, I can't be that hot! Even the damn scanners thought--

Her thoughts weren't very clear, but she could hear a few notes of logic ringing out from the symphony of rage and shame.

"Why are you out here at four A.M., old man?"

That got his attention. He looked her in the eyes, then looked down at Max. "Had to walk the dog."

"He woke you up in the night?" Angry. Accusative.

"No." Mr. Travers looked down at his feet. He was shameless, but he wasn't very brave.

Don't be polite. Demand answers.

"Why are you walking Max this early?"

"I haven't gone to bed yet."

"Why not?"

"I was watching TV." He looked annoyed at the probing questions. "I just got carried away."

"Until four in the fucking morning? Did you binge a season of Rings of Thrones or something?" Penny was feeling cold. Really cold. She had been totally naked on a chilly night for far too long, and she was feeling worse by the second. She needed to wrap this up. "I'm not in the mood for these fucking games, tell me what's going on!"

I'll tell you everything, then you'll leave and keep your fucking mouth shut!

Mr. Travers looked her straight in the eyes. "I'll tell you everything, then you'll leave and keep your fucking mouth shut!"

Wait, what?

Mr. Travers told a long (and, honestly, terrifying) story about his "urges" and "needs" and "struggles." Apparently there was a thriving black market for underage pornography that was very expensive because it was stored on devices that could never touch the internet. He sometimes stayed up too late "browsing the archives."

Penny was freezing cold and shocked by the story, but Mr. Travers seemed a bit less ready to jump her so she tried to hold herself together.

When he finally stopped talking, she said, "Fine. Mouth shut. Good night." Then she sprinted toward her house, avoided stepping on flowers, and jumped into her yard.