Rachel springs into action!

Rachel had an idea. A last, **** idea, but what choice did she have? She looked down, letting her shame show. Then, after a moment to ensure they dropped their guard, she struck.

Rachel kicked out with her uninjured leg, bare foot catching the man right between the legs. His eyes bugged out as he dropped to his knees, clutching his manhood.

"Hey!" Yelled the mobster holding her arm. What an idiot! Instead of yelling he should have been acting! Rachel swung her already raised leg, kneeing the main in the stomach. She used the arm he held to swing him around, clipping over the other two mobsters. As they fell, Rachel went into a **** limping run. The train was coming. It was now or never! Bare assed, breasts swinging wildly, Rachel ran, then leaped! A half second later the train wizzed by, missing her by a foot or less.

Rachel landed, sprawling across the filthy tile. The passengers of the train marveled at her bare ass pointed at them in shock. She'd just jumped the train!

Rachel dragged herself to her feet. She had scrapped her bare skin, but was otherwise okay. She had only bought herself a minute though while the train passed. Dragging herself to her feet she began limping up the stairs, **** to get away!