It all happened so fast.<br/><br/>Allison, like many women, had seen countless "self defense" videos, demonstrations, stories on the news, etc. And, like many women, she knew that one tenet was to "always be aware of your surroundings." But no woman can be aware of her surroundings 100 percent of the time. And the men who stalk and/or assault women know that.<br/><br/>And a woman is especially to be less likely to "be aware of her surroundings" when she's standing on her own fucking porch, going through her mail.<br/><br/>The hand was over her mouth and whoever had her was strong as an ox.<br/><br/>Allison's eyes flew wide open, she dropped the mail, and before she knew it, the man had both of them inside her house. She barely had time to struggle.<br/><br/>"MMMFFM!" was all Allison could manage in way of verbal participation as the man pulled her down with him as he sank to a sitting position against the front door. He smelled a little like a gas station, in so many ways. His hand seemed as big as an elephant's ear.<br/><br/>He said something about hostess and making her shiver. What the fuck?<br/><br/>Allison's first thought, incredibly, was that this was some sort of sick joke. One of her boyfriend Ronnie's friends playing games. She even expected Ronnie himself to emerge from out of nowhere, laughing his ass off.<br/><br/>Well, Ronnie wasn't her current boyfriend, really. They had dated off and on for about a year and a half and currently they were in a "lull." In fact, Ronnie hadn't taken her on a date in about a month.<br/><br/>This man, this gorilla, held her like a vise. Allison's eyes were as wide as saucers. She tried to look up and get a glimpse of him but he held her so fucking tight and he was so fucking strong. Then his hand rose slightly so that her nose was covered. She panicked. She couldn't breathe.<br/><br/>Frantically, Allison shook her head from left to right and back again. She was suffocating.<br/><br/>Jesus.