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Chapter 16 by Shandy Shandy

Who are your rescuers? Knights in shining armor? Vile brigands? Or something else entirely.

Time will tell

"Thank you so much," you babble "Those guys were going to **** me. They were really going to hurt me."

"I only saw one guy lady," the driver says.

"There were two, I don't know where the other went. I hit them and ran. Thank you so much for stopping, ummm, do you have anything, um, anything I could put on?"

"Jimmy give her your jacket. And while you're at it shift around and put the lady in the middle so she's safer." Jimmy wrestles out of his jacket and gives it to you, then clambers around you to sit against the door. He puts a hand between your thighs as he does so and blushes furiously, stammering an apology.

You put the crested team jacket on but can only snap the button part way. Jimmy is slim, and more importantly Jimmy doesn't have breasts like yours, so the upper buttons won't meet. You sit between the two of them, still mostly naked but feeling a bit more comfortable with some clothes on.

The driver is another teenager, dark haired with a scraggly attempt at a mustache. A few patches of acne mark his cheeks. He's the bigger of the two boys, but not by much. They're both lanky and even though they're sitting it's evident that they're fairly tall.

"I'm Danny," the driver says, "That's Jimmy. Lucky for you we were driving around. Lucky for you we stopped. What's your name, lady?"

"Lisa, I'm Lisa. Thank you so much for stopping Danny. And thank you for being a gentleman and lending me your jacket Jimmy." Jimmy blushes and nods, hardly able to take his eyes away from your thighs and your swelling breasts bursting out of his jacket.

"So where do you want to go Lisa?" Danny asks. The question stops you cold for a moment. You hadn't given any thought to anything but escape. You don't have your apartment keys or your phone, and like most people you rely on your phone to store the numbers of friends and family. You can't think of a single number that you actually know. You could go to the police, you think, or your parents. Any choice is going to be embarrassing, but you need to make up your mind.

Where do you tell them you want to go?

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