"Please Mr. Johnson. NO!"

Part 1

Mr. Johnson pulled the car into an abandoned parking lot and drove the car behind the huge outlet store. It was nearly pitch black out and the only thing to see was the large dumpster used by the store emoyees during operating hours. But it was close to midnight so I looked around out the window and then at Mr. J for a clue as to what we were doing here.

Suddenly he pulled the car to a stop and then turned off the engine.

"Mr.Johnson?" I said with a hint of curiousity in my voice.

Mr. J turned in his seat to face me and reached out a hand to brush  blonde strands of hair that covered my face. His large hand lingered on my cheek for a moment gently caressing my skin. I moved further back into my seat but his hand followed.

"Mr. Johnson, what are you doing?" I asked in a soft but worried tone.

"Come on...you know..." he replied matching my hushed tone. His hand slid down the strands of my hair and followed them to my shoulder. I didnt know what to do when his hand started rubbing my shoulder.

I was gathering up the nerve to tell him to stop,  but before I could his left hand reached out and rested on my knee. I put my hand on his and tried to push it away but I couldn't. He was too strong and twice as big as me.

"Mr. Johnson, don't" I told him. He just smiled back at me.