After I tell him goodbye, I guess its not good enough for him, because he clutches onto my arm and says, "Well wait just a minute. We didnt even get a chance to talk. Tell me about…..tell me about..yourself?" There he goes again, saying every word like its a question.Tell him about myself? Get real, kid.

"I really should be going."

That only causes him to grab onto me even tighter. See, I usually dislike guys in general, but when they are drunk, its even worse. Most of the time its not a big deal, because John will be around, or one of his friends will be, and they look after me pretty good. Whenever he sees a loser dude coming on to me, he chases them away.

That’s why I love him.

Unfortunatly, I still didnt see him to be anywhere in sight.

"Please dont go," he pleads, with his puppy dog eyes. Before I know it, hes pulling me into some dark room. Dont get me wrong, I did try to get away, but hes way strong. I think hes even stronger then John. When he gets me where he wants me, he doesnt close the door, which makes me a little happy. It’s not like hes gonna do anything with the door opened.

"I really need a friend," he tells me.

"Why?"

"Because…." God, I can smell all the alcohol on his breath. I couldnt believe he was a friend of John’s. His hands were quickly running down my body and sure enough, squeezing my ass, hard. See, John likes to have sex, but he never touches a girl, unless he knows its alright with them. The same with me, I dont put my hands on her, unless shes giving me some kind of sign. But with this drunk fool, its like his hands are plastered on my ass.

"Get off!" I yell, hoping that someone outside the door will peek in and see.

"Because…the girl I usually fuck around with….she aint here….."

Eventaully, his hands left from behind me, and made their way to the front of my body. Now, I really hate when people touch me without permission. People dont feel pity for me, they say I deserve it because I wear revealing outfits. They believe that somehow I’m asking for it, which I’m not. I dont give a shit whether my skirt is short or not, it’s my body, buddy.