“Hello, who’s there”
June was afraid, but only mildly. She lay on something so soft it could have been a cloud. Invisible fingers caressed her body in places she didn’t know existed. It was alarmingly pleasant. She was naked!
She’d never take drugs before, so had no idea the calm she felt, was sedative induced. It just felt good.
Her body moved so she faced downwards, there was nothing beneath her, nothing holding her. I’m floating. Gentle warmth enveloped her, starting between her thighs and moving across her skin like an invisible blanket. She tingled with pleasure. This must be heaven.
June closed her eyes and drifted into ecstasy…….
A noise close to her head startled her, she smiled, hoping for more fingers on her body.
“Hey, are you alright, Miss?”
What? June opened her eyes and came face to face with a young man, a Police Officer. Where am I?
“Your door’s locked! Are you okay?”
She looked around confused. She was in the driver’s seat of her car. It was daylight! Opening the door, she got out, bent over and threw up. The police officer stepped back just in time. He spoke into a radio that was clipped to his jacket.
“The car fits the description. I have a young girl here, looks to be 17, and matches the photo. Throwing up. May have had too much to drink. Is Leslie close, a female police officer would be nice right now.”
June sat in the car, but kept the door open.
“Hi, I’m hoping you’re June, your dad called us because you didn’t come home last night, were you drinking?”
“What? No! I don’t drink. I pulled over because I was scared to drive in the mist. I couldn’t see the road. Then my car wouldn’t start. Cell phone was dead.” She began to cry.
Her cell phone vibrated on the passenger seat. It was her dad calling her. How can that be?
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