Twilight! His favorite time of the day. He watched as the girls fled their dorms and sororities and headed for the bars downtown. He was an urban predator. His favorite targets were young, dumb college girls, preferably sophomores or juniors. They were the ones who had already been around. They were the ones who thought they knew everything. They were the ones who knew nothing.
Knowing that the bars would be filling with available pussy, he pointed his custom Cadillac towards the downtown bar area. Just before he got to the first bar, he spotted a lone girl walking slowly along the sidewalk. He pulled ahead of her and got out. As she approached him, he said, "Do you need some help?"
"No," she said warily.
"Okay, maybe I'll see you later."
"Maybe."
He got back in the car and drove into the center of the bar district. Wednesdays were usually bad hunting days on bar row. But he was hungry for female meat, so he started running the bars, searching for prey. The first four bars he tried had no suitable women. In the fourth bar he got a little nibble from one of the local bar queens, but he was in no mood for bar sluts. He wanted a tender, young coed.
As he exited the fifth bar, he noticed the same young girl he had seen earlier still walking alone.
"Are you sure I can't help you?' he asked her.
"I don't think anybody can help me," she replied.
"Are you old enough to get in a bar?"
"I'm twenty, and yes, I can get into a bar."
"Let me buy you a drink. I promise, I don't bite."
"Well, maybe just one," she agreed.
An hour later she was about half sloshed and pouring out her tale of misery to him. He eyed her carefully. She was about five one or five two, mousy brown hair, big brown eyes and a small rack. On other days he would not have given her a second look. Today he was getting desperate. "Can I drive you home?" he offered. He knew he had to get her off the sauce before she passed out and became useless.
"Okay," she meekly agreed.