Stay with Don

I think briefly, but decide to stay seated. I should get up, and walk away, but something inside of me won't let me get up. I'm lost in my thoughts, as I start to come back to reality, I realize his hands halfway up my thigh. He's still rubbing softly, gently on my thighs, getting higher up my thigh, inch by inch. His hands right at the hem of my skirt. I know my chance to stop this, to push his hand away, to get up and walk away is quickly passing.

If he gets any further, my chance has passed. Here it is...