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She watched him shake his head, the dark strands moving with the motion, falling across his forehead. Chewing on her lip, she struggled to find the words. As he walked away she felt, something Disappointment that he hadnt taken her up on either of her offers. She remembered her appointment and hopped into the car to warm up. Sittign there she called the place she needed to be at and explained the situation, the couple understood and stated they could reschedule her for another time. Warmed up she stepped from the vehicle and put the jack and tire iron away, thankfully hed put the blown tire in. Suddenly she realized she never got his name, My name is Jenica, gawd how stupid can you be Jen? she chided herself outloud. Oh wow, what do you mean its not your last fight tonight? I could have been a bit more friendly, he did save me from a goup of rapists. She jerked her door open as the wind picked up, and she still kept going with silent chides. Feeling something trying to escape from under her bare foot she glanced down. Pursed lips and perplexed brow she picked up a card, it was clean and new, unlike the rubbish that flew around her in the desolate parking lot. Remembering what happened she took the card with her and hopped into the vehicle. Perhaps her rescuer dropped it, she thought. After locking the doors she allowed herself to look over the information on the discarded card. Club Hel, she read aloud. What kind of club was this? It sounded scary, no one liked hell. Tucking the card in her visor she headed home. After a shower and a change of clothes she felt better, her knee was bruised from the fall but other than that she was practically normal. Staring out the window with a cup of hot cocoa in her grasp she looked out over the black streets and wondered about the stranger that had rescued her. She wanted to thank him, he didnt say he wasnt interested in coffee with her, just that he had to go. Staring down at her car she remembered the card that was on her visor. Smiling widely she figured maybe he worked there. It was a week night and she had plenty to do the next day. Figuring if he worked there he probably worked on the weekends as well, shed give him a few days, let her knee heal and find the gentleman. Thursday night she decided enough time had gone by, she was no longer limping and the current schedule allowed for a late start, enough for coffee and a long talk after scoping out the man at work, or play, depending on what type of club it was. Slipping from slacks to dark washed jeans she zipped up her knee-high boots over the skin tight jeans and slipped into a black asymmetrical top that slid off one shoulder, they were after all one of her best features, besides her ass which she turned in the mirror and checked out. Pleased with the attire she pulled her long hair up hen put on her makeup and headed out. The neighborhood of the club was the same area where she was attacked, knowing this made her heart pound in her chest as she got closer and closer to the destination. Parking near the place she slid her ID and some money in her pocket. Once she was allowed in she moved through the crowd, there were people everywhere. The masses were out tonight. Ordering a Corona she moved to the wall and watched. So far he wasnt working the door or the bar. Was he a dancer? She shook her head, not able to imagine it.