They gathered round Anne. They started pushing and grabbing, calling her ‘stuck up cow’, ‘a bitch’ and worst of all ‘a fucking prick teaser.’
‘Lets see how stuck up you are with my cock inside you!’ shouted the ringleader.
Terrified Anne was helpless as they ripped her blouse and tore at her skirt. In her head the worry about what they would do when they discovered ‘her’ secret was worse than being so roughly handled. Tears streamed down her face as her skirt was ripped off.
Suddenly there was a scuffle and shouting. Anne lay there terrified, sobbing bitterly.
A hand touched her shoulder and she flinched still terrified.
‘Hey Anne. It’s ok. It’s me. Jorge. I sorted them out for you. I’ll look after you.’
Filled with happiness they hugged. Jorge handed Anne her skirt and she slipped it back on before he walked her home. Jorge insisted on coming in.
‘Jorge I am so grateful and after what happened earlier, you’re a saint.’
‘Maybe.’ He shrugged. ‘Now I will tell you something and you will answer me truthfully. OK?’
Anne nodded.
‘When I rescued you and while we walked home I noticed things. I noticed a breast that seemed to be falling off. I noticed a very un-ladylike bulge in your pretty panties as you lay there. So the truth, please.’
He deserved the truth. As the tears flowed once again, between sobs the truth poured out. The suitcase mix-up, the feeling of friendship Anne felt for Jorge, the fear of telling him the truth.
‘So now you know. I’m sorry.’
‘Was it a joke, to make me look stupid?’
‘No I really felt we were friends, but I didn’t know what to say.’
‘Who else knows?’
‘Just Nico and you.’
‘OK I will keep your secret on one condition.’
‘What’s that?’
‘You will be my girlfriend.’
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