This was it I thought. I’ve had it. I’m at his mercy. On the ground, skirt up, and vulnerable to his advances. He’s going to get me. My worst horrors confirmed. This is it. Alison is going to be uncovered in the worst possible way…
But he stopped. Held out his hand and helped me up. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. Please forgive me.”
I took his hand and got up off the ground, brushed myself down and straightened my hair. I was a little sweaty and still shaken. I think some of my make-up had run. I got my compact out of my handbag to look and tried my best to straighten my face up a little.
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