Did she wake up one morning and decide that today was the day? I don't think so. I don't think when she dressed she thought that the new top she bought at Walmart was so sexy that a man wouldn't be able to control himself and would have to have her, no matter the consequences.
I don't think when she was eating her Special K in a vain attempt to get that extra ten pounds off that she thought "I'm going to try and lose some weight so I'll be more attractive to the guy whose picture is on the telephone pole across from the restaurant where I work."
I don't think that when she went out for her daily run through the park that she was waiting for some pervert to jump out from behind a tree to give her the thrill of her life.
I know that when she flirted with that cute guy at the restaurant that she didn't think of how it would feel to have a knife at her throat, and then decide to flirt a little more.
Or that when she walked through that same park after dark on the way home that she thought surely he would strike now.
Or even that when she went out on a blind date set up by our cousin that the guy might, if she acted really friendly, throw her a fast one in the back seat of his car on a deserted road off Route 95 on the way out of town.
No, she got up in the morning and went through her day just like any other, not asking for anything, because that wasn't her way.
No, she really didn't ask for it, but she got it anyway, and now she's gone.
She will be missed.
Just A Story by Kathy Rivers
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