My savior
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We went to the dance floor and I danced to the beat when I suddenly felt hands on my waist. I turned around when I saw a guy with blond hair and blue eyes. " Hi pretty lady, the names Patrick. You want to get out of here?" he said. " Hi Patrick. I am currently enjoying the party , so why don't you get someone else to dance with? " I said. But the stupid would not listen. " Oh come on baby. I know you want me, so why fight it. We can go to my house. What do you say beautiful?"
"Why can this guy not just go." I thought
" Patrick I think you should just go before you get hurt. My boyfriend is right over there and he does not like other men talking to me." I said. Even if I don't have a boyfriend , but he does not have to know that right. That is when he tried to kiss me and my years of practice kicked in and I grabbed his arm and twisted it. He screamed like a little girl. Pathetic.
He got loose and tried to hit me when someone blocked his arm. " Hey man I really don't appreciate someone wanting to hit my girlfriend . So why don't you get out of here before it gets ugly ok." the mystery man said. And poor old Patrick scurried away.
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