Rock's legs felt as lively as ever, but he was a little bit lost. He thought a left turn would get him back to I-30 and that from there he could return downtown along familiar access roads, but within minutes he was in sight of the interstate and could see there was too much traffic for anyone on foot, so he made a u-turn and found himself at the base of a long pedestrian bridge.
As he made his way above the traffic, he noticed a large young woman dressed in a knee-length mustard yellow skirt and matching sleeveless blouse. When he tried to run past her, she grabbed his left arm with such force that he had no choice but to stop. He noticed her face was coated with heavy rouge and mascara.
"Are you ready for some fun?" she said.
He felt a surge of panic. The woman was overwhelmingly large and powerful, and there was no apparent escape route from this narrow, dimly-lighted underground tunnel.
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