He looks over, his face empathic.
"Are you sure you're okay?"
I inhale a deep breath, and smile softly. "Yeah, I'll survive." I've had to push pervy men off me before. I once woke up to an old guy standing over my bed, fondling himself. I kicked him in the nuts and ran to the phone to call my social worker. The guy's name was Mr. Jenkens, and he was my foster parent at the time. He told everyone he must have been sleep-walking. That he ran out of his sleep aid and it made him do things in his sleep. Needless to say, nothing was done. I was moved to another home, but not before I was told I couldn't seem to live anywhere without having a problem of some kind.
Life's a b***h that keeps dishing out free life lessons. I clearly fail most of these lessons, but it doesn't mean I give up. I
