Call for help

As soon as Graham was out of sight Janet opened her mouth to scream for help. Then a thought struck her. Contorting her body and craning her neck she managed to catch a glimpse of her left wrist, and the bracelet that was on it. The stones were still green.

Shit, she thought. If I yell am I likely to be **** again?

She could not decide. Surely the fact that a woman was wearing a green bracelet did not give every man the right to **** her? It just wasn’t possible. Graham had to be a pervert. Any other man, coming across a naked and distressed woman, would help her, would he?

Maybe. But she did not want to take the chance. She needed to be somewhere safe --the hotel room. If she could get back to the hotel room she could call someone. Miss Whitson. Her boss. The police. Anyone.

She gathered her legs under her and, with an effort, heaved herself to her feet. She moaned slightly as the movement caused her thighs to rub against her swollen genitals.