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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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