“I can’t be seen like that!” I whisper.
“You will meet me in the lobby barefoot and naked, little girl. You’re going to learn to trust me. I have something for you. And have your little bottom lubricated. You can keep your p***s secured while we’re out.”
The call ends and my shaking hand hangs up the phone. My building has no lobby to speak of really. Just an outer door, a short hallway serving as a small foyer where the mail boxes and intercom reside, then an inner door with the electronic lock. Not much traffic. There are ten floors, but few apartments per floor. Mostly older folks. But there comes more panic as I realize that 7:00 p.m. is dog walking time.
So even if I successfully skulk to the foyer, there are sure to be tenants nearby on the street.
Well... Sergeant Kelly can cert
