She rubbed my hard cock. "Oh," she murmured. "That's nice." Are you teasing me now?" I asked.She shook her head."I'm not sure I believe you," I said."...ow can I prove it?" she asked."Let me see them," I answered.She flashed a coy smile and looked up and down the street. We were alone. She opened another button on her vest. Then grabbed the top of her bra and pulled it out enough I could glimpse a big brown nipple."Is that all?" I asked."You want me to show you more? Right here in the street?" I. Fear runs through me. Oh no. He knows. He’s going to beat the living shit out of me. How could I be so stupid. I can’t pull this off. Me? A girl? Come on John. When we get to the bottom, I can’t see a thing. He let’s go of my wrist and I close my eyes. Ready for his fist to meet my face and knock me out. But it doesn’t come. I hear him walk off in the distance. Followed by a slight click. A lamp filled part of the basement with light. It was dim. But I could see a couch, a coffee table and a tv. "Listen! Do you hear the door? You don't have any option now Michael, they're bound to find this bedroom eventually."Michael poked his head out through the doorway. "Are you sure it's who you think it is?"I was getting irritated now. In an angry whisper I said, "Well I certainly don't think it's a fucking coincidence!" Then why didn't you just lock the door and keep them out that way? Surely that'll make them think twice about breaking in. Maybe they'll even leave, save us the trouble of...". Maybe she would even get dressed at some point, a comfy pullover and the gray sweatpants that were both waiting for her in her bedroom, a few feet and steps too far away to get them just now. For the time being the fire took care of warming her and the absence of clothes – or rather them aimlessly tossed to the floor – were taking care of easing her mind. She was alone, no one would care or even notice if she was spread over the couch naked, aimless and happy.The summer had been hard, not just.