"Stupid boys," Kate kicked a rock and watched it skitter across the road and disappear over the edge.
Like a fool, she had believed her two classmates, she did kinda like one of them, but when they arrived at the lake, it was just the three of them and twenty miles of mountain road back to the nearest 7-11. At first they'd tried to just con her into going swimming. She'd brought her bathing suit and they stripped out of their clothes pretty fast. When she'd balked, they started to get nasty. Trouble was, Kate was quite capable of getting nasty back.
The first made the mistake of grabbing her by the arm and trying 'help' her take off her shirt. Two moves later, he was on the ground clutching his groin, howling in pain. The second, the macho jerk football captain just laughed at the injured boy and joked with Kate about it until his friend recovered and got to his feet. When he moved in, all smiles and fun, she was half expecting the move when it came. The football player grabbed her around the waist and lifted her off her feet hoping to hold her helpless.
His buddy moved in to grab her legs and got a hell of a forward kick, to the chin. This time he was down for the count, falling over backwards and landing with a thud. That's when the football player got serious. He drew back a fist and punched her in the side of the head.
The world turned grey and she sagged allowing the guy holding her to throw her down hard enough to knock the wind out of her. He fell on her, pawing at her clothes but she'd been hit harder in sparring matches. As he leaned back to rip open her blouse her hand slid between his legs where she got a good grip and squeezed.
The boy howled in pain and tried to roll off but she held on, coming to her feet and dragging him up. Lifting, she brought him up to his tiptoes and held him there. Tears were starting to flow as she increased the pressure then she saw fear in his eyes and she released him. She had to give him credit; he managed to stay on his feet. She turned away without a word then spun, getting full momentum and all of her weight into the kick.
At the last second she eased up, pulling the kick back so she didn't kill him but the blow to the side of his head still put his lights out for several hours. She sucked in a deep breath then checked both to make sure they were breathing then looked at the truck. Picking up the captain's jeans she found the keys and started for the vehicle. They COULD claim grand theft auto, she thought to herself then threw the keys as hard as she could out into the lake.
Pulling her shirt back together proved useless but it was a hot summer day so she removed it and tossed it in a trash can. At least she'd get a little tan. She broke into a jog and headed for the 7-11 and a phone. Bet her parents would get her a cell now!
When she reached the highway, she stopped and walked. There would probably be a dozen offers of a ride before she got to the phone but damned if she was going to have to beat up a couple more guys. Two per day was her limit.
When she rounded the curve, the sun flashed on something in the road, causing her to lift a hand to block it. The light rippled as if reflected off water. Slowly she moved forward, the heat of the sun raising heat waves across the blacktop.
She stopped and squatted, amazed at the brilliant silver pool of liquid that had gathered to form a perfect circle in the middle of the road. Hesitantly, she stretched out a finger to touch the pool and a tentacle of the stuff shot up and encased her finger.
The horn of a semi scared her more than the silver stuff on her hand and she looked up into the grill of an eighteen wheeler doing at least 60 miles per hour. She was dead, she knew it. CRAP! She had protected her virtue from two guys only to become roadkill. Then she was standing in front of the 7-11, the phone within reach.
