Fortunately for you, what I don’t want is a rape charge against me. She wriggled my jeans out from under me, sliding them down my legs and pulling my feet out of the pant legs one at a time. Caught him staring at my ass.”
“Yeah, he’s probably my dad’s age.”
“No, you whore, he’s definitely not.” I didn’t need to hear Becky’s voice, I had a fairly good idea how the conversation had gone. “No Becky, there’s no real damage.” A pause as Becky supplied the other half of the conversation. “I’m really sorry about your car, mister. I could feel my resolve weakening further; I wanted her bad. If I’m honest, the real concern was what I might let myself do to her if she did confront me. I knew that I had told her to say it. I think it’s best for both of us if you just give me your insurance info and leave, alright?”
It appeared that she also recognized the potentially perilous situation we had gotten ourselves into, but rather than try to defuse the situation, she went on the offensive.
