No … no … no! Why does this shit always happen to me?  

Just like Dawson when I worked for him and his wandering hands! What the hell is it about me that screams, ‘Touch me’?  

“Get the hell away from me!” I spit at him. Hearing the door ping, I run out at full speed, overcome with manic fear and not caring if anyone sees my erratic departure, and run smack into a brick wall.  

“Fuck,” grunts the wall. There’s a thud and an “oomph” as we both hit ...