The figure returns

"Oh God, what do I do?" she wondered, staring at the door. For a few panicked moments she rattled the door knob, yanked on the towel.

"Yeah I tell you I heard something. A gal calling out or something." someone said from behind the house, their voice becoming louder.

"Man, you gotta get laid," another voice said, and another one laughed.

"Oh God, it's those blacks Raoul was talking about. I'm gonna get gangbanged!" she thought, her knees going weak, her nipples crinkling into pebbly hardness.

As steps scrunched on dry grass she instinctively jumped into the anemic plants beside the door, lying flat in the weeds and twigs, praying they wouldn't see her, yet vividly imagining what would happen if they did.