Try to cop a cheap feel while she's vulnerable.
From Create Your Own Story
Claire's warm breath on your neck sets you off. You can't help yourself anymore. With arm draped over her shoulder, you slide your other hand between the two of you and take hold of her left breast. You squeeze it softly, and it takes her a moment to realize what's happening.
"What...what are you doing?" She asks calmly, pulling her head away.
You don't say anything. You just gently squeeze again, filling your hand with her heavy breast.
Claire pulls away suddenly, and you hear her scramble in the darkness, backwards, away from you. You reach for your flashlight, flick it on, and shine it in her direction, and she's already on her feet with the shotgun in her hand.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" She asks, leveling the barrel of the shotgun with you.
"Seizing the moment?" You say.
"Fucking creep," she says, taking a step forward. "Give me the flashlight. Slowly."
