Her new attitude touched him; maybe that conversation yesterday had been good for her, and she had begun to open up to him. On the other hand, he also...knew that she hoped for another chance to get him alone, and maybe her new attitude was an attempt to wear down his defenses so that she could take things further the next time.Or maybe he was being paranoid, and reading too much into it. He couldn't be sure she even knew how to play those games. At fourteen and likely inexperienced in love, she. That is a joke by the way. Other autistics will know why I needed to explain that. This story is my story and every autistic, just like every person, is different. I don’t have every autistic trait and the ones I do have could be more or less severe than another autistic. If your opinions differ that is ok, this story is about me and my perspective. Me too, like all humans could be wrong, but it is my opinion and my understanding. I think if you read my story to the end you will get a greater. But it is useless.The woman runs, giving it everything she can but it no use. The woman s forced to the ground as the creature leaps on her back. It presses her face into the concrete and growls down at her. ‘Foolish,’ it says. ‘You shouldn’t have made me chase you.’The woman starts to weep. “Please don’t hurt me,” she pleads.‘I won’t hurt you ... much.’The creature removes itself from the woman and steps back off of her. The woman takes a moment before moving, unsure whether to even do that.. She offered her hand and I took it gladly, letting her pull me up so that I could compare our heights, she was fractionally shorter than I was, and it made me grin. “Well, it depends what kind of fun you had in mind,” I grinned back at her as she bent and picked up my bag, taking my hand in hers again and leading me off to a more secluded area of the park that I had not yet discovered. The sun fell well over the ground and made it warmer there than it had been in my earlier position. I dropped.