I walked up to the door holding my Trader Joe’s bag of clothes, phone, and purse. I wasn’t as nervous as last time, but I wasn’t completely calm either. He opened the door before I got to it, and let me inside.
“How had he known I was there?” I thought. “Was he watching before? Waiting in anticipation?”
We said our hellos and I took off my shoes like he asked. He stood in front of me, blocking my way, not gesturing me to move, and told me to set my bag down. I set down only the Trader Joe’s bag and then he grabbed my arm and led me to the couch. He pushed me onto it so I was leaning against the back, bent over. I could feel his hands grab my leggings and pull them down exposing my ass.
Then I felt a smack.
My eyes opened wide as I tried to balance in that position. He hit again.
“I did not expect this”, I thought as a gripped the black fabric of the couch.
I felt my purse topple from my arm and I let out a light moan.