Big Head, Little Head

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Story Sent in by Lizzie:

Hugh was a guy I met over the Internet in my early twenties. He sweet-talked me for a couple of weeks, and I agreed to meet him at my place.

The night of our date, he arrived at my place close to a half-hour late. I opened the door for him. He pushed past me, walked in, flopped down on my couch, and practically splayed his legs. "So," he said, "What are we going to do now?"

I stammered, "L-let's go out. We were going to go out, right?"

He slapped his thighs and said, "Great!" then unzipped his fly, pointed to his crotch, and said, "Let's get started!"

Several different potential reactions flashed through my mind. I knew that protesting or getting angry would probably be exactly what he wanted or expected.

Instead, I composed myself, gave him a slow smile, and licked my lips. I stepped toward the door and said, "I have an idea: let's try it out in your car. Right on the street. You got the guts?"

He laughed, clapped his hands together, stood, zipped up his pants, and walked toward the door.

I gave an excited giggle, grabbed my purse, and switched off the light. He lumbered past me and I pulled out my keys, as if to lock the door behind us both. Instead, I slammed the door shut between us both and locked it behind him.

He roared and pounded on the door for a few minutes, then stopped all of a sudden. I heard him yell, "Fuck you, bitch!" and the sound of his car driving off. I have no idea what else he expected. What really chilled me was that this probably wasn't the first time he had tried it. Luckily, he never crossed my path again.