Kay's attacker had come to the conclusion he wasn't going to be able to pull the gun out of the girl's surprisingly firm grip, so instead of running, he threw himself on top of her. Hoping that if he smacked her around a bit she might change her mind about letting go.

His greater weight was on her all wrong and Kay had problems getting her free hand up to protect herself. As the two of them squirmed around on the sidewalk, the rough concrete was rasping at her back.

And not doing much good for the spandex she wore!

Snagging and ripping it apart in back. As she wriggled around, and the material didn't, her halter was pulled up over her breasts!

Suddenly the crowd which had been running for cover, started moving back. Or at least the males did. Rubbing their eyes in disbelieve as they came.

Leslie had her man down on the ground. His gun had flown from his hand when he hit the cement hard. Most of the air was forced from his lungs at the same time. Leslie's body was still tumbling forward as the third gunman opened the bank door. Hitting Leslie in the head with the metal edge, stunning her.

"All of you get back! Do it or she gets it right now!" gunman number three ordered. He had a young female teller held in his arm, and he was aiming a gun at her in a most menacing way.

The teller was terrified. Trembling in his arms, with tears running down her cheeks. If the thief hadn't had his arm wrapped around her waist, she would have dropped to the ground.

With a squeal of tortured rubber, a car came skidding up to the curb. The driver got a good look at the sprawled out bodies and let out a curse. Charging out of the car to help comrades.

"Come on! The place will be crawling with cops in a few seconds!" the driver shouted. He circled the care, opening both passenger side doors.

A moaning Leslie was still trying to shake some sense back into her hurting skull as the third gunman pulled his crying hostage past her.