Try to get away TRI

I took a step backwards as to move toward the garage and the dog matched with a step of his own.

He let out another growl as if to tell me "Don't be stupid, you little cunt or I will fuck you up good".

I felt as though I was shaking. I whispered quietly to both the dog and myself in an attempt to calm myself down.

In a half plea, i tried to sound assertive. I whispered, "Bad Dog. Down. Bad Dog."

Yet still I couldn't scream. It would alert too many people. What would my church think?

The moment hung like an eternity for us both:

I was obviously wishing there could be some way to get past the beast back to the safety of my house just a few painfully tempting yards away

The dog with purpose in its thoughts but the problematic actuality of taking a human bitch needing to be overcome.

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Sarah, Age 36, Frightened