She swallowed hard; her mouth was dry and her throat tightened in fear. She stared into the abyss and saw nothing; her strength, her will, seemed to dissolve. With her hands faltering, she unbuttoned her skirt and pulled down the zipper, he hands behind her back. As she let it fall, her delicate pink panties rose in a pale ‘V’ above her stockings, garters trailing down to their tops. She dropped the skirt and stepped aside and out of it.<br/><br/>Tears began to salt her cheeks as she stood, crossing her arms over her body. She shivered and stood in the light as blood ran from the abrasion on her knee. Her heart pounded in her chest and her pulse roared in her ears; her terror prevented her feeling the wound on her knee. She listened for any sound, a sign to give his position. She heard some sounds but couldn’t distinguish those of the old building and the street below from sounds that could have been her assailant moving in the dark. With her senses heightened, she turned as she listened, cocking her head to one side.