"The police won't take you seriously if you make a report about me. All I did was say a few words. You can't bend the law to suit your needs," added the homeless man.

Rita clenched her fists and breathed heavily. "And you think you can get away with being a creep? You were harassing me!"

The hobo was already determined to satisfy his lust that day. He lunged forward and wrapped his arms around Rita's thighs.

Rita tumbled to the ground with him and cried out in pain. "Ahh!" She kicked wildly, landing hits on the man's face several times. Though he wailed in pain, his grip nonetheless remained firm.

At that moment, another homeless man shrugged off his tattered cotton jacket and rose to his feet. He shouted, "What's with all the noise? Some people are trying to get some shut-eye here!"

did not expect to draw so much attention to where he was, and he released his grip on her out of fear. Rita seized

struggling. It's just us two here. He's not going to do anything about us,

never relied on other people because she had long grasped the reality that the only person one could rely on

kept quiet, so he got up from the ground and spat into his palm before lubing himself with his saliva. "I've been dying to find out how it feels to be with a young

chill down his spine. He was about to turn around and see who was behind him when the homeless man from earlier struck him

the piece of wood again, causing

wrested the stick from the homeless man's grasp and delivered a firm blow to the drunkard. "You think you can harass

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