My stomach churned, and I felt the need to puke.
“They didn’t get to, thank God. A cop drove by and shined his spotlight on us. The guys took off running. The cop drove off after them, and I drove home as fast as I could. Oh Jesus, Ryan. How could I be so stupid? How could I put myself in that situation? Alone, with nobody I know, looking for a cheap thrill from some filthy bastards? I am so lucky to be alive. I can’t believe I took that chance.”
At that, she burst into a new episode of terrified sobbing. I wrapped myself over her and held her tightly. She held onto me, happy to be home and safe. Soon she stopped crying, and I felt her breathing drop into a peaceful slumber.
Helen slept in until well after noon. Her body and her mind were recovering from the trauma of the previous evening. We she finally got up, we had a big lunch and spent the day shopping.
It was almost a week before she brought it up. We were having cocktails and watching a movie on TV.
“Ryan, it’s out of my system. I mean, completely out of my system. Man, WAY out. I think I’m ready for some more traditional stuff. You know?”
“I’m just glad you’re alright. You scared the shit out of me.”
“Oh, me too, of course. I don’t want to dwell on that. I just want to move forward with, you know, other things.”
“Other things?”
“You’ll see,” she said with a sexy grin, and led me by the hand to the bedroom.
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