Page 5 of Smooth Sailing

Suddenly, though, I got my opening and did not hesitate to haul up my knee as hard as I could, and I slammed his balls into his pelvis.

He grunted, moaned, rolled off me, grabbing his crotch, and I immediately rolled the other way, off the narrow twin bed in my dorm room where he’d forced me.

Once I got steady on my feet, I realized how hard I was breathing. I could actually feel my heart pounding in my chest, my skin tingling with the rush of adrenaline and fear.

And, thinking of nothing but being absolutely certain he was incapacitated, I punched him in his dick with all the power I could muster.

It was a cheap shot in a vulnerable area, but for heaven’s sake, the guy was trying to rape me.

His groan shared agony as he curled into a fetal ball.

I ran out the door, down the hall and to the RA’s door.

I hammered on it as my heart continued to hammer in my chest and my breath came out in explosive bursts.

She opened it and blinked at me.

Of course, most of the dorm was probably awake, but this woman had been sleeping.

“Did you not hear me shouting?” I demanded. “My study date just tried to rape me!”

Her face went pale, and suffice it to say, my adrenaline was still flowing, I was freaking out, pissed, scared, shocked, and still, I saw the myriad of emotions drift through her expression. Surprise. Concern. Anger. But also hassle.

This was going to be a hassle for her.

Seriously?

“Um…now’s the time when you call the campus police,” I informed her.

“Right,” she mumbled. “Come in.”

I walked in.

I sat on the side of her bed.

That was when I started shaking.

Bad shakes.

Cataclysmic.

Dang.

I’d never been sexually assaulted.

I hoped I never was again.

It wasn’t as bad as it could be, but it was still awful.

Terrifying.

I knew, sitting there, it would change my life forever.

What I did not know was that it definitely would.

But in ways I’d never imagine.

Harlan

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