The young toughs close in on their prey, walking at a determined pace. Janice Cole hastens her step to get away from them, but she is wearing high heels and cannot walk fast enough. She tries to act fearless, or at least pretend not to know they are following her. Only a few more yards and she will be safe inside her car, on her way to the restaurant for her dinner date with her fiancé.
The beep of the remote key unlocking the car is their cue to pounce. Before Janice can open the door to safety, she is flung around and thrust against the left front fender. One thug holds her down, while the other struggles to get the keys from her hands.
“Let "em go, b***h!” he yells, outraged that she is not cooperating.
Her instinct is to fight back, to try and gouge the thug"s eyes out, but she is o
