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Re: Later That Evening...
It's late at night. Jane Hall walks home, her high heels clicking on the pavement. She's never felt safe walking home through this neighborhood, but she doesn't have much choice, bussing it home this time of night. Add in the short skirt she has to work at the club, and she's not feeling too safe. Still, five more blocks, and she'll be at the bus stop.

But as she passes an alley, a couple men hanging in the alley whistle at her. "Hey, legs... where you going?"

She does her best to ignore them, but picks up the pace. Unfortunately, they step out of the alley and begin to follow. "Hey, legs! We're talking to you!"

Jane doesn't respond to them except to pick up the face, nearly jogging now. She doesn't want to lose her shoes, but she doesn't want to stop to grab them, either.

The men behind her begin giggling, almost like hyenas, as they begin to follow. One draws a pistol while the other grabs Jane's hair, and she tumbles to the ground with a cry.

"Hey, legs... you're being rude," the man with the gun declares, putting his grimy hand over her mouth before she can scream. "Running off without getting to know us... you want to make it up to us, don'tcha?"

Jane, terrified, stares at the pistol in her assaulter's hand.