Fantasy forced
By the time I left work it was late; very late. I closed and locked my office; made sure the office was secure and made my way down to the parking garage. I said goodnight to Marc the security guard, the young man asked if I wanted an escort; I smiled politely and told him I didn’t park that far out, but thanked him for the offer. As my heels clicked over the cement I had a moment of panic, I swore I had parked closer. The parking garage was lit, but barely, the lighting was comparable to every...