"Mr. Creighton, please take me home!"

He shook his head. "Don't be silly." His arm tightened around her, and he pulled her up against him, crushing her tender young breasts against his chest. Suddenly, his hot, hungry mouth was fastened demandingly over her moist lips, his tongue darting out to force them open, to push its way past her clenched teeth and into the soft warm cavern. She struggled against him, gasping for breath, close to suffocating as his tongue brushed almost against her throat.

The thirteen year old squirmed and writhed against him, and then with a desperate wrench freed herself, panting with the effort, still gasping for breath. Her eyes filled with tears that spilled down her flushed cheeks. She brushed them away angrily and slid towards the door. Her fingers had curled around the handle before Rudy caught her slim wrist in his own powerful one, and pushed her back against the seat, pinning her to it.

"What do you think you're doing?" he asked amused.

"I'm going home," she said, "Even if I have to walk."

Rudy bellowed with laughter. "From here? Do you know where you are?"

Janice looked around her. The car was parked at the edge of the water but she'd only been in the area for one month and was not really familiar with her surroundings. She really was at a loss as to where she was.

She shook her head and took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. What, on earth was the matter with her? Wasn't she being silly? Just because one of her teachers wanted to drive up to the beach and park there for awhile wasn't any reason to act as if here a criminal or something, was it? Certainly not if the man was Mr. Creighton. She could reason with him, couldn't she?

She turned to him, trying to think of something to say. But before she could he asked, "What are you afraid of?"