Angel Eyes
After spending a few lonely hours at the local bar about a quarter-mile from my home, I walked alone back to my apartment. It’s convenient, and I don’t have to worry about how much I’ve had to drink. I am a writer, and it can be a lonely life at times. I’ve never been married, have no kids, and my apartment does not allow pets. After a new book release party, book signing, or hanging out with friends, I still go home alone and snuggle my pillow to fall asleep.
I had been out with friends and was again walking home alone. I was coming upon an alley when I heard muffled sounds and a struggle. I looked into the alley and saw what to me looked like a woman being r***d. A man had this woman facing the wall, her dress up, her panties down, and brutalizing her. They weren’t very far
