Kaylee Wilcox came around the rear of the vehicle and immediately crouched down to where Erika lay on the pavement just around the driver's side. "Erika?" she inquired nervously, relieved when her fallen friend stirred almost immediately, the South African moaning as she rose to a seated position. She looked a little roughed up, with one of her milky white breasts having slid out of the side of her flimsy halter top, but otherwise looking unharmed.
"He just grabbed me and threw me down!" Erika exclaimed in disbelief, shaking her head as she regained her wits. But the distraction lasted just long enough as the girls watched the janitor's vehicle pull away. "Oh no, Wally's going to be so cross!" she lamented.
"Hey, at least we're okay," Kaylee said reassuringly before realizing they were far from safe, two white girls in a strange ghetto as night descended without purses, money, cellphones (all still in the car). She helped Erika try to reposition the halter top but it seemed to have been stretched and damaged and no longer fit properly.
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