My hand was on her breast. I don't know which of us put it there, and she was grinding her crotch into my groin. "Wrong," I managed to gasp out.

"Take me, John-"

My fingers bit into the skin of her ass, and then she was grinding, her shorts riding up. She cried out-

"Whoa! No!" We flew apart like we'd been hit by a car and I raised my hands up above my head. "Okay, no. Whoa."

Her lip was bleeding, and she looked at me with an expression equal parts despair and anger. And then she ran.

"Monica!" I ran after her, down the echoing alleyway, catching her...