Jane
The security guard at the rental shop is bearing down on me, and the woman behind the counter is reaching for the phone, preparing to call the police.
“No!” I exclaim, “please, I’ll leave. I’m sorry if I caused you trouble.”
“I think we should let the police handle this.” The woman argues, looking to the guard for support, “he’s clearly following this woman.”
“I’m not.” I tell the guard, praying he’ll take my side. “At least, not the way you think. She’s my girlfriend and I’m afraid she’s having an affair. She told me she was going away for the weekend, and I’m sure it’s to meet her lover. I just need to find out the truth, I don’t want to hurt anyone.”
The guard crosses his arms over his chest, studying me closely. My only hope is that he’s the kind of overbearing man to think
