She walked over to me with her phone in her hand, a sly grin on her face and said check this out. When she turned the phone towards me I immediately r...cognized it was Isaac's picture and she was on his Facebook page. I tried to act nonchalant and be casual but inside my heart was racing, I wanted and needed to portray that it was perfectly normal for her to be sharing moments where her thoughts were about Isaac.Anyway I have no idea what I said but it was something like, wow that's very nice.. There was only about thirteen others. But she danced. Sweat lightly showing on her soft goose bumped skin in the moonlight. She had been dancing all night with the help of chemicals to influencd her mood. She wore fish net stockings and a set of black and lace lingerie she called a bikini. But really it was a thong and push up bra.The skin color barely showed through her bra and her nipples for sure. Her skin was silky and smooth.Her hair was silky black. Her breast large and round. Her waist. Run back to the main road, whilst trying to dodge and avoid the man. Run to the end of the alleyway in the same direction as she was already going, which would be, she thought to herself, a ten minute-long brisk jog, therefore running the high percentile possibility of him catching up to her. Or, stand still, turn around and face the man, to show him that she wasn’t weak. Already a proud young lady, and feeling a sense of bravado from the four cocktails she had sunk earlier, she stopped in her. One night however, she experienced a nightmare. Just before she was going to bed, all the garbage stood by the door and waited to be taken out. Normally Bill helped her, but he was busy because there were some sailors in town, so Linda decided to take the garbage out by her self. When she was almost finished, a pair of hands grabbed her from the back. It was a drunken sailor. He threw her over a bench and unbuttoned his trousers. Then he pulled her skirt up and discovered the chastity belt..