In reality, Julian came home one afternoon to find Stacey in the lounge room being gang banged by a group of 20 men while breastfeeding Abby.“Enough...about the past,” thought Julian as he looked at the clock. 5.15pm, it read. Julian was just about ready to go home when his boss, Victor, dropped a pile of papers on his desk. “I need this Flinders Report completed and on my desk by 8.00am tomorrow morning. I’ve got a meeting with the CEO at 8.30am.” Julian sighed. He’d be lucky to make it home. And look at what happened!Tears start to flow and I give myself a pep talk. You are fine. Everything will be fine. Just think. Okay. What is the safest thing here? Should I just stay in the car and hope if someone stops, they are not a serial killer? Or should I start walking and hopefully find a house or business with someone inside to help? Both options have risks. I count to ten, taking some deep breaths, trying to listen to my instincts. Then, I open my car door and start walking the dark. Women can tell when men are aroused." I never said I wasn't enjoying this."Ashley opened her legs even further. "That makes two of us. If you count the perverted lady who's watching me, then that makes three." Was this your plan all along?" I asked. "Did you pick that lady to be your victim?" No. I never pick. I just opened my legs and she was the one who decided to look. And whenever someone looks, that's when the adrenaline rush kicks in." So what happens next?" I asked, almost afraid of the. “Lift up. We can’t do it while you’re wearing these.”Do it? Her arousal was replaced by deep fear. Charlie was stronger than she was; she had no idea how to get home if he didn’t drive her; nobody could hear if she screamed. Well, he wasn’t threatening her yet. She pushed his hand away and pulled her skirt down. She got up and straightened her bra.“What are you doing?” Charlie asked. Stupid question, but that question was better than a demand or a threat.“I’m getting dressed.” She buttoned up.