Compliments.

Originally posted to Writing.com - Erica's Great Adventure; ID#2128121 on 04-05-16 - 12:36pm

As she felt the molester's arms roam around her body, publicly taking liberties with her breasts and pussy that she would never want a stranger to take, surrounded by passengers who could easily see what was happening to her, she took a second to think about how things couldn't get any worse.

What stung was that it was because of her own mother that she was naked. "You know," the molester whispered from between their seats. "That was quite painful. You have an excellent right hook."

"That was my elbow," she retorted.

"Elbow, right hook, at least I know that you are capable of defending yourself."

Erica thought that his voice sounded familiar. Why would the voice of her molester sound so familiar? "Look where your hands are, it doesn't feel like I defended myself from anything," she said, hoping that he would respond. If there was any chance that she could figure out why his voice was so familiar, she needed to keep him talking.

The molester chuckled, and it, too, sounded familiar. "Oh, sweetie. I am a determined person. That hit could have taken care of any boys your age. Especially if there wasn't an airplane seat between the two of you."

Her face went pale. No. There was no way. She finally realized why she knew that voice.

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