It ended up being a huge mistake. As I got to him, he caught me with a well-placed knee to my mid-section, doubling me over and causing me to lose my ...alance. I fell down to the mat face first pretty hard, and before I could get to my feet or even my knees, he was on me. He grabbed my legs, twisted them like a pretzel, and applied a painful ankle lock hold. I cried out in pain, and Brad asked me if I was ready to submit. At first I said no, and I fought and struggled to get out of it. But he. It had been a few months now since she had seen some action. A lot of the girls were sexually active with their boyfriends, but they kept it low key. When they came in after a night out, you might notice a girl taking her clothes off to get ready for bed, and you could see she was not wearing any knickers. Or sometimes, after she hung up her coat in her locker, she would reach into the pocket and take out her knickers and put them with other items to be laundered. It was not really talked. On my bike, my commute is my time, and I love every minute of it. But that ended a couple of weeks ago when some asshole decided he needed my bike more than I did. Stolen from right in front of work in the middle of the day.I was doing my usual bus commute routine, the new norm, avoiding eye contact and searching craigslist for a new bike that would meet my needs without going over budget. Unfortunately, the budget isn't very big and once you've had a nice bike, it's hard to go back. So imagine. "NO!" My mother and I said in unison."As long as there's a threat," I said, "I'm not letting you out of my sight." He's right," said my mother, "we stay together, all of us..."Just then, the throw away on the table rang. My mother snatched it up."Hello?"The relief that flooded her face told me who was on the other end before she even said it."Alek! We heard about the raid and have been worried. Nobody knew anything about what happened to you ... What?..." Her face had look of confusion. "How.