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245with it, painfully. Now open your legs and lie still.%u201dShe trembled in fear and started crying as he got down and fucked her violently, not stopping until he collapsed on her moaning. After he recovered, he said, %u201cMy. What a lovely tight little cunt you have, love.%u201dHe rolled her over and unlocked the handcuffs.%u201cIt seems to me you don%u2019t have a case. You obviously wanted a good fucking to get broken in. Mission accomplished lassie. Virginity lost.%u201dHe recomposed himself and strode off down the alley.It was several days later. Stephanie had told no one. How could she? Her word against a copper? She swore revenge not just on Tom, or Pc. Eric the rapist, but on every man. She plotted and planned and then dreamed up a way to begin.She went shopping that Saturday. Not in Tooting, but in Streatham and the multilevel department store, Pratts. She was intending to find her first revenge there.She wore her very short mini-skirt. Pratts had an escalator. She idled herself close to the rising one looking at things for sell as she kept an eye on all the people who approached it to go upstairs. Several men and women went onto it, and then she saw a man, probably in his forties, peeking out from behind a vertical stand with greeting cards on it.She bent down to inspect something on the bottom shelf, aware her skirt hem would rise at the back, revealing her very brief white knickers.She straightened and walked slowly to the escalator, pausing momentarily to give the man time to react. She looked up to the next floor and stepped on.The Girl Who Cried Rape