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September 26, 2006

Michele: Extrication

He pushed her against the bathroom wall. The cold tile against her back startled her and she let out a gasp that he pretended was excitement. He leaned in harder and moved his hand under her shirt.

She was too drunk to fight him off. Nausea fought with fear in her stomach. Too drunk. Her body wanted to slide down the wall until she reached the floor. His weight held her up. Pinned.

He pushed his tongue past her lips. She tasted cigarettes and gin. The nausea/fear fight was over. He gagged, moved off her.

She walked.

Timing is everything.

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