"You aren't ever going to lay a hand on me, that's for sure."

"Fine."

He opened the door to his side, got out, walked around the big car and opened my door.

"Don't you think I'm polite? Opening the door for my date? Come on… get your ass out."

"Johnny! You can't be serious! Stop kidding."

He didn't say anything for a moment. Then he said, "Look, could you hurry it up? I don't have all night."

I realized he wasn't kidding. At all.

I started to cry.

"Oh shit…" he said, annoyed. "You're going to stain my new seat covers. Damn! I just put the fuckers in… look, would you get the fuck out of my car? I'm getting tired of this."

He reached into the car and grabbed me by the wrist. "You're going to have to learn that when I say something, you stupid slimy cunt, you'd best do it, and the first time I say it, too!"

He pulled.

I started to pull back.

He pulled harder.

I pulled back harder.

"Oh, I see. You don't want to get out huh? That leaves you with one option."

And with that, he jumped in on top of me.

"Johnny," I screamed, but it was already too late.

His hand was starting to creep up my thighs, and I felt his fingers pressing against my panties.

"Lord, now don't that feel nice," he said, "all wet, and juicy… you must have known I was coming and got ready, huh?"

He stuck his fingers underneath my panties then, pulling the crotch piece off my cunt lips.

"Look at that, would you? I've never felt a pussy that was, hotter or wetter. Say, are you a virgin? Or what?"

I couldn't believe it was happening to me.

There was a sharp burst of fear plowing through my body, like the blade of a sword, and it felt like it was cutting my guts out.

I couldn't move.

I couldn't think… and I couldn't react.