Dolores pulled down her short skirt and crossed her legs, trying to ignore the man sitting across from her in the subway car. She had felt his eyes on her ever since she sat down. She had a queasy feeling that he was stalking her, even though she had never seen him before. As she felt his eyes seemingly boring right thru her clothing, she began to get that familiar tingle 'down there'.
As the train slowed down for the next station, the man across from her was nudged by his neighbor and the two stood up. It was then that Dolores realized that her feelings were unfounded, as she saw the red striped white cane that had been at his side. He was blind and hadn't seen her at all. She uncrossed her legs and the tingle died.
It had been this way ever since she had discovered her younger sister with 'that man'. They had been in the final throes of an apparent rape, as Dolores watched, Betsy was seemingly trying to fight the man off before he flooded her vagina with his sperm, but to no avail. She had watched in horror as he finally released her sister and withdrew his 'thing' from Betsy's gaping hole, now dripping with the seeds of his labor.
He had calmly tucked his now flaccid rod back into his pants and walked out of the room, right past Dolores, saying to her only, "You'll be next." Neither of the women had uttered a sound in all that time and when she went to help Betsy to her feet and straighten her clothing, Betsy had simply smiled. That had been almost two months ago and in that time, Dolores had imagined him lurking in every man she saw.
Betsy had not reported the attack to the police, nor had she taken any precautions about a possible pregnancy, something that, thankfully, did not occur. She seemed to almost relish the incident. In fact, looking back, it seemed that Betsy was almost looking forward to a repeat performance, something Dolores was trying to understand.
When the train pulled into her station, Dolores exited the car and rushed up the stairs and down the street to her apartment house, looking all around as she mounted the stairs to the entry door. Once inside she felt a little calmer as she climbed the stairs to her apartment. Once inside, with the door chained and locked behind her, she heaved a sigh of relief.
She flicked on the lights and was half way across the room before she saw him, sitting in her overstuffed chair. She gasped in alarm, unable to scream. He simply smiled and said, "It's your turn now baby."
Dolores stood frozen as he rose from the chair and crossed the room to her. Standing close in front of her, he reached both hands to cup her breasts and she shivered at the contact. "Don't make it difficult, sweetie, we'll just do it and I'll get out of here."
"Ha..how did you get in here," she stammered,
