And then I felt I was being watched and turned my head to look in the mirror, catching this sexy woman looking at me. So.... she had noticed me! I bre...thed the smoke out, lifting my head and, brushing my hair from the side of my head, revealing my throat to her, feeling with a lingering touch of my fingers the tiny black leather choker I always wore with its tiny ancient silver cross hanging down to my cleavage, before returning her gaze. I smiled directly at her and crossing my legs, now let. She couldn't resist giggling, and rolled off of him, still shooting him glares of death-- but not as serious death.And then, somehow, she found herself on her back, Mark underneath her, with his hand down her shorts."What the hell, you pervert..." she muttered, but found her body strangely paralysed as she thought she should get up."Wow, it is wet down here," Mark commented snidely as he cupped her mound. An obscene jolt wen through Laura's body."Mark, stop it," she said, trying to be firm,. Avenging angel maybe. No, that was too far in the other direction. Avenging bastard, that sounded right. She wasn't an abuser herself – not yet anyway.When the plane landed in Dallas, she pulled out her laptop right in the airport lounge and reentered the DNA search for her rapist. She couldn't believe it: 'Not Found.' Where had he gone? She wondered if he'd moved to better 'hunting' grounds. How could he? He needed a room where he wouldn't be bothered while he was raping. And money ... where. He pulls out and steps back. She straightens up and moves to her small purse. She opens it and pulls out a packet of tissues and begins to wipe her pussy, clearing the flow of both their fluids. She puts one foot up on the bench, uses a second tissue to wipe herself as clean as possible. She then looks around, sees a trash can and walks over and tosses the tissues in and turns back towards the young man, who's also standing, putting his cock back inside his pants. She takes a step to him and.