Balcony

Opting for the wisdom of her patrons, Jessica chose to step back onto her normal route home. Torch still in-hand, she quietly walked out into the open area, weary of any more brick-wielding things that may lurk in the shadows. But she saw none. The moon was again in clear view, and Jessica again took it in. She was on track again, she would get home.

Continuing her careful approach, she neared the final staircase. And saw a man holding a torch of his own and an axe. He looked human enough other than his asymmetric features and the bandages covering a large portion of his head, obscuring its eyes from her view. It seemed to regard her. A disheveled and soiled thing she must look.

"Away with ya beast!" He stated, as he began to approach cautiously, but also bringing his axe hand to his crotch, adjusting his hardening prick with the handle. Jessica reeled at her options. She could still feel a tingle of blood in her, reminding her of all her possibilities.