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flashed
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okay let me try to sum up what happened last night in a more coherent manner without the dramatic caps (okay well there's a drama mama in every girl!)
waits for lift with man.
gets into lift with man.
man presses the 8th level button.
lift starts moving. i fiddle with my ipod.
for some reason i glance behind. sees man's hand near his crotch.
alarm bells goes off in my head.
familiar scenario in close proximity. very very close proximity.
ignores man.
man produces a vibrating white device.
man's shorts are around his knees.
man rubs vibrating white device to his crotch.
i am very disturbed.
in a state of panic, i developed temporary amnesia.
which caused me to forget to look at his face and more importantly, the promise i made to myself.
the promise which was made the last time i met another flasher a couple of months back.
that i would not be afraid and kick him in the balls.
lift door finally opens.
i scurry out. breathless.
would he pull me back into the lift?
he did not.
but he followed me out.
and stood there. staring.
he stood there fucking staring, still rubbing his dick wildly.
he walks. he follows.
he stops one unit before my flat.
i entered my flat in a daze.
tells dad.
goes out together with dad.
i am still shaken.
sees the motherfucker milling around one level below. the audacity!!
you piece of shit fuck.
still suspended in temporary amnesia AND inability to process thoughts.
goes back home.
really shouldn't have.
should have followed him with a baseball bat.
calls J.
didn't provide much help.
calls police.
police arrives ten minutes later.
four of them uniformed hunks.
they then comb the area.
nothing.
comes back and takes down my statement.
really really atrocious english.
spelled crotch as croach.
but they were helpful.
now what?
the fucker knows where i stay.
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no i am neither afraid or whatever that's associated with fear. i am just so pissed with myself for not kicking his arse or at least remembering his face.
crikey!
