You almost give in to lust, but you push him away

You lean back, your legs stretched out and your weight balanced on the point where your butt is pressing against the side of the white van. Ritter looms over you, a dark shape, his arms on either side of your head and he looks down at you. His shirtless chest rises and falls. The smell of gasoline is strong and you can hear the hose gurgle and glug as it slowly pulls gas into the van's tank.

You cut your blue eyes up at Ritter. Your pink lips parted and your lower row of white teeth showing. He looks down at your cleavage, the flesh of your breasts milky white after days in the mall basement.

"What do you want?" You finally ask, your voice sounding hoarse.

"The same thing you do," Ritter replies and reaches down to touch your face.

He smudges his thumb across your cheek and when he lifts it you see blood from the cut.

"Airbag," you say.

"Mmmm," Ritter opens his mouth and slowly licks the drops of blood from his thumb.

The muscled thug is disgusting, creepy, but there's something about his predatory demeanor that you find attractive. Maybe it's the last-man-on-earth syndrome. You can feel your nipples stiffen as your juices begin to flow between your legs. You want him. You want him-

"No," you blurt. "Not now."

You stand up abruplty and shove his arms aside.

"Aw, come on," Ritter complains.

"You creep," you turn on him. "We're out in the open here. Don't be an idiot."

"Maybe later?" He asks, hopefully.

You glare at him, but as you turn you don't say "no." You hear him chuckle as you stalk back over to the open fuel tank.

After a few minutes gasoline bubbles from the tank. You pull the hose out of the van and hand it to Ritter. He carefully drains out the gasoline and throws it back inside the van. There's something creepy in the air. It might just be the buzzards beginning to circle the bodies you left in the street, but you feel like you're being watched.

"Let's get out of here," you say.

"Yeah," Ritter agrees and you both climb into the van.

"Back the way we came?" You ask.

Ritter nods.

"It's not far past the mall," he explains as you pull out of the gas station. "From there it isn't far to a grocery store."

You say nothing and concentrate on driving as you try to put your encounter with the thug from your mind.