The orange streaks in her hair shivered up, making wild curls as the wind blew them surrounding her face. The curls slapped her mouth; they fell down to her shoulders and then once again would rise to slap her again. Her mascara ran down her face, the rain’s cool touch made her shiver, but that was not the only thing. She thought back to his touch, how warm his eyes seemed, she learned about guys like him, she had only one word for them rapist. His small mouth had spoke softly to her and she had allowed him to get close to her vulnerable skin, he obviously knew what he was doing, having experienced it before, a smooth talker he was. She had slid into his car, and smiled grateful.