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going to
ask you,’ David quietly asked, desperate to get her mind off him
touching her there, ‘whether you wanted to call the police?’
    ‘No,’ she
strongly, quickly stated. ‘It is my fault. Look at me; I’m dressed
like a harlot.’
    ‘Harlot?’
    ‘Doesn’t
matter. I’m not wearing much. It is my fault.’
    ‘It’s not!’
David was surprised, shocked at Sally’s thinking. ‘You should be
able to dress and do whatever you want to safely. That is what the
police are there for, to make sure everybody is safe.’
    ‘No. It is
okay. What can they do? They would just think it is my fault for
dressing like this.’
    ‘I’m sure they
won’t.’
    ‘It doesn’t
matter what you think, it matters what I think. Look, I’ll pay you.
Can you please take me to my car and see if you can fix it?’
Sally’s tone had changed. She seemed more scared than she was a few
moments ago, more nervous, and unsure. It was like his touch had
rattled her confidence in him.
    ‘It’s okay. I
don’t want paying.’
    ‘No, I insist.’
He noticed how she pouted a little, how a little line appeared
between her eyes, an I-want-line he had read it called before. ‘How
much?’
    ‘The price,
madam, for a damsel in distress, is nothing! Zero English pounds!’
He tried to make a joke. Tried to ease the atmosphere, the after
touching the thigh atmosphere. She laughed a little at his joke,
which eased the tension, but he could still tell that she was a
little nervous, a little unsure. ‘Okay. Here’s the plan of atta…
action. You stay here in the office; I’ll run outside and get a
truck. When you hear the horn blow come to me. I’ll be at the
bottom of the steps. Lock the door with this key.’ He handed her a
bunch of keys, holding out prominently the correct key. He noticed
how quickly she drew her other hand away as he took the quarter
full cup from her. ‘Sorry, I don’t have an umbrella to offer
you.’
    ‘That’s
okay.’
    David put on a
tough sounding voice. ‘Us macho men don’t need no umbrellas.’ He
thrust out his chest and swaggered and strutted to the door. Sally
lightly laughed at his words and antics, and then he was gone, into
the rain and cold, her modern knight in wet T-shirt and soggy
jeans.
    Then she was
alone for a few minutes in the office. First she turned off the
heater and unplugged it. Then she sat down on the stool and took a
mirror out of her bag. She opened it and was startled by her
bedraggled appearance. She thought she looked like she had been
dragged through a bush forwards, backwards and forwards again.
    David though,
at that exact moment, was thinking how beautiful she was. He
sprinted across the courtyard, key ready in his hand, and reached
the truck. It was not a tow truck; it was the kind of truck that
carried broken down vehicles on its back. He entered the vehicle,
and of course as you would expect with an engine that is cared for
by a fleet of mechanics, it started straight away. He reversed
quickly out of the space and kept on reversing at a high speed
until it seemed like he was not going to turn or stop, but plow
straight into the shop and office building. At what seemed to be
the last possible moment, he swung the steering wheel to the right,
applied the brakes and lined the passenger door up exactly with the
bottom of the steps. He reached across and opened this door, twice
hit the horn, then leaned back across and peered out of the
passenger window.
    He did not see
Sally stand up, switch off the lights and walk seemingly slightly
hesitantly to the door as there were no windows and the door was
solid metal. He did see the door open and watch Sally step through
the doorway. He then witnessed and faintly heard a metallic noise
as the keys slipped out of her hand to land on the metal steps. He
watched her bend down to pick up the keys, saw the flash of a white
thong and naked buttocks as she picked up the keys. It must have
slipped her mind to stoop more decorously in such a