"Here, let me help you dry off," he uses the extra receiving blanket to dry me off.
It was raining outside and I was wet from running back and forth between the Emergency door to the car to go home.
I thought that's all he'd do today. I thought wrong.
" Thanks," I said. I was driving through Brantford, trying to get back home. I started to get more and more uncomfortable as I felt my passengers hand lightly rub my side through the blanket.
"mmmm, you're so wet," he says as he reaches his hand down between my breasts and drys them off.
Now I'm really uncomfortable. I'm trying to ignore whjust happened, just like I do any other time. This can't be happening, not again, not when my son is asleep in his car seat behind him.
" There's a Timmies up ahead, do you want something?" He asks.
" No, I'm okay, Do you?" I reply.
"No." He replies.
I turn to leave Brantford. He starts rubbing my side again. I move closer to the door so I can try to concentrate on driving. I just want to get home. Moving over didn't help. My eyes start to water but I manage to hold back.
" There's a side road up ahead, If you're not in a hurry we can pull over down there so you can take your clothes off and dry, you know I don't mind."
"No, I'm okay." I say.
" You sure? I don't mind." he replies.
" No, I'll stick to the main roads," I say as firmly as I possibly can.
Few minutes go by.
"Let me see those boobs, I love your boobs."
He starts feeling me, I try locking my arm closer to my side so he can't touch me.
" You used to always let me play with your boobs." he says smiling.
I think: Yeah because I was younger, I didn't know what to do! You're scaring me!
he continues to talk," I don't get to see you much on your own anymore, maybe you;d prefer it that way."
All I could say was no and that I loved him. I wanted to yell and scream at him, but my son is in the back sleeping.
"Well then don't miss the next side road," he says firmly while grabbing my arm. My chest tightens.
A side road approaches. He grabs tighter. I speed up so I pass it quickly. I just want to get home. Every side road after he points out, he keeps trying to fell me and touch me . Please stop i think, I don't like it, please, no. Every side road I say no. He's touching me and out of the corner of my eye I can see him rubbing himself through his jeans. I start tearing up again.
"Here's another one," he says.
" No," I reply.
" Last one right there," he says.
" No," I said.
The whole time it's raining so hard I can barely see out of my windows, but I don't want to stop because I am afraid of what would happen. He starts a normal conversation with me as we reach closer to home. I have nothing to say, I'm hurt. It happened again. No matter how hard I try. no matter how many times I say no, it still happens.
Finally, we're back. I just want to drop him off and go home. I need to cry. I need to tell someone.
