I was fifty yards down the path when I sensed movement to my left. Way too late, I attempted to dash into the woods. I felt the hands close around me ...nd then realized there was more than one set. I knew I couldn't scream it wasn't like I wanted to be discovered dressed like a cheerleader! My only hope was to escape, strip naked, and somehow deal with my lack of clothes. I started kicking and scratching. I felt one of my blows land with a loud thump."Fucking bitch... stop fighting you cunt.... Back in the restaurant, Kerry wasn’t interested in Mick’s wimpy tears. She looked down her nose as she explained that he was an embarrassment, and to even be seen with him was a constant humiliation. He was a disaster at everything he did. He also looked a fucking mess. She got to her feet, put a hand on her hip and emptied a jug of water all over him. Literally everyone laughed, except Mick. Kerry smirked, swivelled on her heels and minced out the place, wiggling her tight arse. She was still. I suggestedthat we move in together, try living together, nothing assumed, see howit goes. I was hoping that with greater intimacy -- and a certaingreater inconvenience when she was trying to date others -- that thoseothers would fall away and she'd center her concern and her thoughts forthe future on me. Then I could risk going on one knee and uttering the"M" word directly and getting a favorable answer.Her immediated response was hard to read. She concentrated her gaze onme. "Just live. The room was pitch black. "Great. I can't see." I began inching my way toward the wall when I heard Emma fling something in front of me. I bent down to where I heard it land and felt it to find out what it was. I felt it up and down and found out was her tank-top. Shortly thereafter, I heard for things hit the bathroom floor. It was now becoming clear to me that she was taking her clothes off. This is what I had long waited for. In response, I began to strip naked as well. It was really dark in.