Dangerous Toys
Janelle Johnson was nearing the end of her two weeks off of work, sleeping by day and watching the same city block every night from dusk until dawn. She’d been propositioned and catcalled countless times, mugged once, and groped twice in the first week before finally arming herself with both a can of pepper spray and a knife. The night after the second groping, one of the men returned, this time not content for a copped feel. He’d snuck up on her blind side while she stood beside her rented Toyota Camry, smoking a cigarette, slapped a hand over her mouth before she could call out, and dragged her into the alley she’d been watching so closely.
He’d slammed her face first against the brick wall, bloodying her nose, scraping up her forehead, splitting her lip, and began ya
