You were out with the girls. The whole crew was there: Deb, Laura, Tina, Mysti, and of course you. This was the traditional monthly “girl’s night out.” All of you were dressed up in your best “knock em dead” outfit. You would let the guys buy you drinks and then more drinks and then leave them high and dry. All of you loved the heavy flirting and incessant attention that the guys gave you but for the most part, nearly without exception, all of you had been good girls and gone home alone. This particular night you met the girls at the bar by about 10 P.M. Your heart just wasn’t in it so after a short while you declared to the ladies that your night had come to an end and it was time for you to hit the trail.
Laura said, “Dammit Sarah, if you were a man I’d say that you were pussy whipped.” Of course they teased you and ragged you and said that you were wrapped around your new man’s little finger. Without batting an eye you flipped them the bird and said that they were just jealous and that your new man could take care of any of them with both of their hands tied behind their back. With that you got a loud burst from the girls as you got up and collected your things.
As you walked away you heard them sending challenging remarks back to you telling you to send him out when you got home. You just smiled as you walked to the door. Typically all the ladies would leave together to discourage the occasional drunk from following one of the ladies out to the car and creating issues. In your haste to leave to go home for the night you completely forgot to take someone with you until the minute you stepped out the door and realized how alone you really were outside. You looked around and didn’t see a soul. It was about 11:30 P.M., too late for any new people to be coming in and too early for the patrons inside to call it quits.
You hesitated for a moment, considering turning around and getting an escort to the car. In the end you decided you were being too jumpy and decided to just walk to the car by yourself. You had parked around the corner of the building just out of sight of the door. You quickly walked down the steps and hurriedly rounded the corner. Once reaching your car you fumbled in your purse for your keys and were relieved when you finally placed the key in the lock. Before you could turn the key you felt a strong hand reach from around behind you and cover your mouth silencing your scream before you could even get it out. The grip was almost suffocating. With all of your senses alert you tried to struggle until you saw him hold a knife blade in front of your face. Pure fear entered your heart as you heard him gruffly say, “Say a word and I’ll cut your throat.” He asked if you understood and you stiffly nodded your head. Why had you left without someone to walk with you? He drug you around to the front of the car, deeper under the shadows of the night. Keeping you in front so you couldn’t see him he kept the sharp blade of the knife fixed on your throat, almost daring you to make a sound. Then he pulled a blindfold over your eyes and tied it tightly. It was so tight that it pressed hard against your eye balls and was almost unbearable. Interestingly, before he tied the blindfold behind your head he pulled your long blonde hair over the blindfold around the back of your neck so that your hair would hang over the blindfold.
You struggled through the fright in your mind to decide what to do. You thought back to that self defense course you had taken, frantically trying to push some thought of reasoning into your terrified mind. There was only so much you could do as long as he kept that knife to your throat. You felt him pull your arms behind your back and tie them together with a rope. He did it so quickly that you never even had a chance to resist. It was almost as if he knew what he was doing or that he had done this before. He pushed you back against a wall with you facing him. You were breathing heavy now and you could feel your chest heaving against each breath. He wouldn’t have much resistance from your clothing. You had worn a white blouse that fit tightly and had spaghetti straps. Since this was a “girls night out” you were in full tease mode and hadn’t worn a bra under your shirt to show off all of your curves. Even though you were over 30 and had kids you had worked hard to keep your body in shape. Gravity had been good to you and your perfect B Cup breasts didn’t sag a bit and you took every opportunity to show them off as much as was legally possible.