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mid 50's without the sun and there was a light breeze drifting through the air. Her hair ruffled in the wind and she let it down and enjoyed the way her dark strands wafted around.
Aside from the normal morning dew and the car exhaust there was another smell that was carried on the breeze. She wasn't sure what it was but it reminded her of something from her childhood. Like cedarwood and lemon Pledge...
Andrea looked around the empty parking lot for the source of the smell and saw nothing. Not that she anticipated finding an old cedar chest freshly polished sitting in the back lot of the bar, but she couldn't help but wonder where the smell came from.
She shrugged and pushed the unlock button on her key fob. The feeling that someone was watching her crept over her sending goosebumps in droves down her spine and over her extremities. Looking over her shoulder she thought she saw a shadow move closer to the building but after staring at it for a moment she convinced herself that it was just the shadow of the flag waving on the pole.
"Calm it down, Ande. Nothing out here but you" she coached herself as she sped up her gait.
Just as she rounded the hood of her car another smell hit her. Rum.
"Hm?" she began when the source of the smell jumped up from crouching near her tire and grabbed her around the waist pinning her to the driver's side door of her Camry.
The man was stringy, gangly and looked like he had spent the night in the company of a bottle or two. His eyes shifted between unfocused and intense as he pressed his face closer to hers, inching it to within a hair of her face.
"Let go of me!" She screamed into his face. She hoped if she was loud enough she would startle him and he would let her go. The chances of someone else hearing her cries for help and coming to her rescue at this time of night were slim to none.
The city was dead, it had started dying with the economy years ago. There was one other business and it was a block down with an empty car lot between them.
Her heart was beating out of her chest but she tried to remain calm, at least on the outside. She didn't need this scumbag getting his jollies off on her look of terror.
She looked him over, making sure to get a good look at his face. He was shorter than average, unshaved, thin with baggy jeans and a stained white t-shirt. His light brown eyes were wide and he looked like he had been indulging in more than just Malibu tonight.
He had been in the bar earlier. She remembered him snuggling up to some girl who had not wanted anything to do with him but was using his attention to get free drinks at his expense.
"You need to get off of me. Now." Andrea's tone was no nonsense and straight to the point. He was either going to let her go and walk away or she was going to kick his family jewels back to his great-grandfather.
The creep had given her a bad vibe in the bar earlier and she had kept an eye on where the girl was and if he was harassing her too much. When he took off she had assumed he packed up his toys and went home when she rejected him.
Apparently he had come outside and hung around for a few hours. How that got past Ryan she wasn't sure. He was usually king of clearing the parking lot of any straggling weirdos.
'Missed one tonight' she thought with annoyance brimming. She figured he was just some drunken scumbag who had gotten a few too many shots of liquid courage in his system and who needed knocked on his ass and a good dose of sense pounded into his dense skull.
"Whassamatta girl? I just want to show you a good time... just wanna show the pretty girl a good time... don't you like to have a good time?" He bantered on.
"No" Andrea responded and tried to wriggle out of his grasp. His hands were sweaty and his breath in her face was chewing tobacco and rum mixed with gingivitis.
"Come on now, pretty little thing. Come back with me and I'll show you where the real party is. Can't be all work and no play now" spittle flew from his
Aside from the normal morning dew and the car exhaust there was another smell that was carried on the breeze. She wasn't sure what it was but it reminded her of something from her childhood. Like cedarwood and lemon Pledge...
Andrea looked around the empty parking lot for the source of the smell and saw nothing. Not that she anticipated finding an old cedar chest freshly polished sitting in the back lot of the bar, but she couldn't help but wonder where the smell came from.
She shrugged and pushed the unlock button on her key fob. The feeling that someone was watching her crept over her sending goosebumps in droves down her spine and over her extremities. Looking over her shoulder she thought she saw a shadow move closer to the building but after staring at it for a moment she convinced herself that it was just the shadow of the flag waving on the pole.
"Calm it down, Ande. Nothing out here but you" she coached herself as she sped up her gait.
Just as she rounded the hood of her car another smell hit her. Rum.
"Hm?" she began when the source of the smell jumped up from crouching near her tire and grabbed her around the waist pinning her to the driver's side door of her Camry.
The man was stringy, gangly and looked like he had spent the night in the company of a bottle or two. His eyes shifted between unfocused and intense as he pressed his face closer to hers, inching it to within a hair of her face.
"Let go of me!" She screamed into his face. She hoped if she was loud enough she would startle him and he would let her go. The chances of someone else hearing her cries for help and coming to her rescue at this time of night were slim to none.
The city was dead, it had started dying with the economy years ago. There was one other business and it was a block down with an empty car lot between them.
Her heart was beating out of her chest but she tried to remain calm, at least on the outside. She didn't need this scumbag getting his jollies off on her look of terror.
She looked him over, making sure to get a good look at his face. He was shorter than average, unshaved, thin with baggy jeans and a stained white t-shirt. His light brown eyes were wide and he looked like he had been indulging in more than just Malibu tonight.
He had been in the bar earlier. She remembered him snuggling up to some girl who had not wanted anything to do with him but was using his attention to get free drinks at his expense.
"You need to get off of me. Now." Andrea's tone was no nonsense and straight to the point. He was either going to let her go and walk away or she was going to kick his family jewels back to his great-grandfather.
The creep had given her a bad vibe in the bar earlier and she had kept an eye on where the girl was and if he was harassing her too much. When he took off she had assumed he packed up his toys and went home when she rejected him.
Apparently he had come outside and hung around for a few hours. How that got past Ryan she wasn't sure. He was usually king of clearing the parking lot of any straggling weirdos.
'Missed one tonight' she thought with annoyance brimming. She figured he was just some drunken scumbag who had gotten a few too many shots of liquid courage in his system and who needed knocked on his ass and a good dose of sense pounded into his dense skull.
"Whassamatta girl? I just want to show you a good time... just wanna show the pretty girl a good time... don't you like to have a good time?" He bantered on.
"No" Andrea responded and tried to wriggle out of his grasp. His hands were sweaty and his breath in her face was chewing tobacco and rum mixed with gingivitis.
"Come on now, pretty little thing. Come back with me and I'll show you where the real party is. Can't be all work and no play now" spittle flew from his
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