It was Late

It was late and I was tired so I believe that is why I failed to notice him as I left the building. I should have been more aware but I had, in recent months become lazy about my security. Leaving the office late, staying out with friends late, not being as aware as I should be. He grabbed me from behind and I barely had time to react before he shoved the knife to my throat. Fortunately my reflexes were still good or he may have killed me, but I pivoted on my heels and before he knew what had happened I had broken his arm and knocked him to the ground. He screeched like a wounded dog as I dug the heel of my boot into his groin. He answered every question I posed. I left him alive, barely, in the ally behind the library. I went home packed my few belongings and got in my car and drove. No more late nights, no more friends, the bastards were not going to find me again.

A Dignified Exit( The Foulest Job She Ever Had)

The shorts she wore were short, very short but at this point she did not care if everything was hanging out because all she wanted was to get out of this place with as much dignity as she could muster. Which wasn't much when your ass was encased in very tight orange nylon shorts. She took the tip off the table of the loudmouths and turned to make her exit when one of the loudmouths grabbed her. She broke, tears started to flow as she turned on the guy and began to pummel him with her fists. With tears and snot streaming down her face she was escorted to the entrance of the restaurant. So much for dignity.