It's either the shock or the vodka, but I'm not phased by my slicker falling open. "He was getting rough just as you rang. He pinched me very hard right here" I point to my inner thigh. I move closer to him and rotate my leg outward so he can get a better view of the bruise. "It's already turning into an awful bruise and it really hurts!" I say rubbing it gently. My whole front is exposed to him, his head close to my stomach as he looks at my injury. He says, "we'll need to get some photos of this..." I have an urge to run my fingers through his hair. I want to have this kind man that saved my life...my hero...! I place my fingers on his head and move my fingers through his hair, pulling his head to my stomach...