I don’t even bother looking over my shoulder to see if he’s giving chase. My feet pound the forest floor, my body moving of its own accord. I don’t stop running, feeling embarrassed the whole time.
What the hell was that? Why was I aroused by him? He could smell my arousal! He wasn’t expecting that any more than I was! Oh Goddess, what have I done?!
I have to do something about this man. At one point as I run toward town, I check behind me, but nobody’s coming after me. Finally, as I reach the edge of the forest, I come to a halting stop, panting. Putting one hand against a tree, I catch my breath, trying to regain some semblance of control over my emotions. I feel humiliated even though I know I shouldn’t since I can’t control my body’s reaction. But I can’t help how I feel.
Biting my
