The Day I Kissed An Older Man by Cher the Cherished

The police won't take you seriously if you make a report about me. All I did was say a few words. You can't bend the law to suit your needs," added the homeless man.

Rita clenched her fists and breathed heavily. "And you think you can get away with being a creep? You were harassing me!"

The hobo was already determined to satisfy his lust that day. He lunged forward and wrapped his arms around Rita's thighs.

Rita tumbled to the ground with him and cried out in pain. "Ahh!" She kicked wildly, landing hits on the man's face several times. Though he wailed in pain, his grip nonetheless remained firm.

At that moment, another homeless man shrugged off his tattered cotton jacket and rose to his feet. He shouted, "What's with all the noise? Some people are trying to get some shut-eye here!"

Rita looked at the man with teary eyes as if imploring for his help. The drunk hobo who attacked her did not expect to draw so much attention to where he was, and he released his grip on her out of fear. Rita seized the opportunity to retreat, but he merely took his jacket and donned it.

struggling. It's just us two here. He's not going to do anything about us,

people because she had long grasped the reality that the only person one could rely on was

assumed she had given in when she kept quiet, so he got up from the ground and spat into his palm before lubing

turn around and see who was behind him when the homeless man from

Rita quickly darted behind the homeless man. The homeless man swung the

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firm blow to the drunkard. "You think you can harass me? You think you can take advantage of me?! I'll teach you a lesson! Are

again

you?!"