He was laughing. [i]He was laughing[/i]. Was this some kind of joke? "[b][color=f6989d]How-How DARE you?![/color][/b]" She half cried, half yelled, clearly not understanding the humor in the situation. "[b][color=f6989d]If you truly believe taking advantage of innocent girls is a JOKE, I have lost all respect for you![/color][/b]" Still, it was for naught, for he continued to laugh. This was a nightmare, torn straight from one of those pamphlets warning about dangerous men. What was that advice her nanny had given her? 'Never be alone with a strange man!' she would say. Except she was far, far past that stage. Way too far.

She felt dizzy. She sank into the couch, now laying down on it, and threw one arm over her eyes rather dramatically. "[b][color=f6989d]Should you choose to take it, do so already. Spare me the dread.[/color][/b]" She murmured, her heart pounding. Did it hurt? Often she had heard it did the first time. She let out another choked sound, though laid limply on the couch. "[b][color=f6989d]I hope it doesn't hurt too much.[/color][/b]" She muttered darkly, her other hand on her chest. There was no escape. Just dread.