The janitor interrogates the intruder

Stacie hurries to the door to the storage room as soon as the janitor leaves the window she had just entered. The teary-eyed brunette pulls and twists the aluminum knob every which way, to no avail. It has to be unlocked from the outside.

And Stacie knows who has the key..the janitor whose masturbation session she had interrupted. She could only imagine what kind of mood he would be in when he came in from the blustery weather outside.

The volleyball player grabs her bag from the floor an clutches it to her. The only thing she could think of was to make a run for it when he opens the door. Surely one of her athletic prowess can slip past an out-of-shape middle-aged man!

Stacie brushes the hair from her face, wipes the combination of rainwater and tears from her eyes, and puts on her game face, waiting for some sign the janitor was approaching the door.

After what seems like an eternity, Stacie hears the jangle of keys. She blinks her eyes, concentrating on the space from her to the door.

The door handle moves, and the door itself opens towards her.

Stacie charges towards the opening, ducking low.

Her escape is cut short by a large hand tugging at the strap of her gym bag as she charges under one large arm.

"Whoa there, young lady, not so fast!" he gruffs, pulling her back into the room with him by the strap as he steps forward.

He turns to shut the door as Stacie tumbles to the gymnasium mats piled under the window.

Before Stacie can get to her feet, the big man steps over her and shuts the window she had knocked open. Then he offers her a hand to get back to her feet. Stacie reluctantly accepts, realizing that she is only in her wet tee and panties in front of this man.

"Now, where do you expect to go, dressed like that?" he says cooly, gesturing towards her half-dressed body.

Stacie says nothing, but just backs further away from the man in the bright yellow rain slicker.

"Seems we both have been caught with our pants down, so to speak," the black man says, referring to her catching him in the midst of his masturbatory session minutes earlier. He pulls the shorts he had retrieved from his coat pocket and hefts the small parcel of khaki in his big hand.

"Maybe we can both forget this night if you can tell me one thing.." he offers.