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Chapter 1 Rude Awakening
“Miss,
are you all right?” called the elderly woman standing by the driver side window
of the BMW roadster. They were looking
down at a partially dressed female lying in the fully reclined driver’s seat.
“Here,
let me, Mabel,” said her husband reaching past his wife to knock loudly on the
car window using his dome ring as a knocker. “Miss, wake up.”
Getting
closer also provided a better view of the girl’s exposed breasts. Their small dog barked repeatedly adding to
the din that finally brought Stacy Todd awake.
Waking
was accompanied by a wave of nausea propelling Stacy to reach for the steering
wheel to pull herself upright. She
quickly opened the door, leaned over, and vomited on the parking lot pavement.
“Maybe we better call the EMTs, Frank. Get away, Samantha,” said the woman jumping
back to avoid the splatter while jerking the dog’s leash to pull him way.
“No,
don’t, I’m all right,” was all Stacy could manage when she stopped retching
long enough to speak. After her stomach
emptied, Stacy used the door handle to climb back into the driver’s seat. She leaned her head on the steering wheel as
her finger pressed the Seat Memory button to raise her seat back.
“She must
have been attacked. I’ll call 911,” said
Frank talking out his cell phone.
“No, I’m
okay. Nobody attacked me,” said Stacy
panicking for some unknown reason at the possibility of the police being
involved.
“You
should button up, dear,” said the woman.
Stacy
looked down and realized her blouse was completely unbuttoned and her brassiere
was missing. Her breasts were exposed.
Frank’s his cell phone camera was focused on her nakedness.
“You’re
spoiling my fun, Mabel,” said Frank repeatedly pressing the image capture
button.
“Stop it,
Frank, you old pervert. She may need
medical attention,” said Mabel.
“No, I’m
all right, thank you, thank you,” said Stacy closing her shirt. “I have to go.”
Stacy
turned the key and drove off fighting another wave of nausea. As she turned out of the parking lot, she
could see the interstate less than half-mile away. Right before the on ramp was a coffee shop. Realizing there was no way, she could go
further until her stomach calmed down, Stacy drove into the drive through
lane.
Moments
later, Stacy was parked, sipping a large black coffee wondering whether a bite
of the plain bagel she’d bought would calm her stomach or cause her to throw up
again. Stacy glanced at the dash clock,
11:42AM.
Jesus,
it’s almost noon realized Stacy as she flipped down the vanity mirror. She grimaced at her image in the mirror. Then she ran a finger down the side of her
cheek. She shook her head in disbelief
at the thick coat of makeup she’d scraped away.
God I look
like shit and feel worse thought Stacy leaning close to the mirror to examine
her blood shot eyes. “Think, girl,
think,” she said aloud trying to recall how she wound up in her car half
dressed and missing her underwear. Stacy
took a small bite of the bagel then leaned back in the seat struggling to clear
her mind. The slight motion produced a
twinge of pain from an unexpected spot. My
pussy’s sore realized Stacy placing her hand between her legs feeling her
crotch. My butt’s sore too.
In the
distance, Stacy could see the apartment complex and parking lot where the old
couple woke her. There were six
identical buildings. Then she recalled
entering one of the apartments last night with a police lieutenant. His name was Mike Cabreeze. But Stacy couldn’t remember which apartment
he had taken her to. They’d arrived in
the dark and she had other things on her mind than remembering an apartment
number. That was when it all started
coming back to her.
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