She wore hers. I had mine tied around my waist. We both had jeans on. It didn’t take long for asshole to start fucking with her. So I told her I was gonna go hit the head. I said give me 2 minutes then get up and go to the lady’s room. I told her I would be there. Sitting in the first stall with the hoodie on. And a mini cattle prod in my hand. I told her to walk in and get in the last stall. Sit with her feet on the toilet and lock the door. And sure as shit, big ole dummy came in a few minutes behind her. He saw who he thought was Maria sitting on a toilet. All hunched over. I heard his zipper. Then he saw his feet. He was inches from my face. Fucking black clock in his hand.
Once I saw the look in his eyes I saw the fear. And that fear was like doing a gram shot of meth. My adrenaline got the boost it needed. Don’t let me get confidant during a fight. Confidence and fear with a lot of adrenaline are a toxic combo for me. So I wore that fool out with the cattle prod. Kicked him in the face a few times and left. Once outside it hit me. My confidence was gone. I knew if he shook it off I was fucked. So we ran. Ran about 4 miles to her house. Ya man. I was scared. I raise my hand to that one. But for a few minutes that night, nobody could fuck with me.