Anywhere in the world, where there were beaches and sand...I was ready and as able bodied as any twenty-one year old.Spent many lonely nights dreaming...of all those places in the world that were exotic.Enough of the day dreaming, I had an interview for a day job on the following Monday morning.I had to live now, in a big reality, the reality that bites.As I was about to get up and walk to the bar, this handsome 6'3' guy walks up to me.His eyes were as dark as the night, his body was as rugged. She could imagine his free hand tearing at knickers. There would be no niceties from him when getting at her in that way. She could almost hear the thin silk material tearing as he grabbed at her in his aroused state. Ben’s voice asking her for directions woke her from her thoughts. She responded while looking down at his groin. There was a bulge there. Not a very big one but it was there all the same. She knew that his cock was in a flaccid state. She wanted to reach across and touch him. She. I tried to be patient, to understand him. I even let him grope my breasts… He went further and, sneaking a hand, touched my pussy over my clothes. I dealt with it. I thought of him as a nice guy who wanted me. I couldnt blame him. But it wasnt enough for him. Ricky insisted until he could sneak his hand inside my panties and I let him. He kept being rude, touching me in a brutal manner, and even confused as I was by the feeling of it, I knew I was supposed to like it, so I tried hard to act. There was still pain, gallons of it. Fortunately there was a freshness to opening up to the pain that made the path look clear ahead. She felt renewed by speaking her mind, and decided that Jeff wasn’t the problem, Lawrence was. She would find Lawrence and ask him. It was past time he heard from her. She drove to his work, this time not cowering, but waiting to pounce. She watched others come and go, and when she saw him she approached him out in the open. ‘Lawrence, Lawrence!’ She called to.