Dirty old man

Ruby didn't fail to notice my discomfort during the ride to school; she kept asking me about it, but I couldn't say a word to her.

"You still won't tell me?" Ruby followed me after we left the vehicle.

"I'll tell you, I'm not hiding it," I sighed, facing her.

"Then what? Your mood changed inside the car," she observed.

"It's the driver."

"Do you know him?"

"No, I don't. But he is weird; he kept caressing my hands after I shook his."

"What? Why didn't you speak up? Willa could have handled it, or I would have handled it perfectly."

"I... I was uncomfortable and embarrassed. I was sexually harassed the other day at the warehouse. I can't believe this is happening again."

"More reason you should have spoken up. You know what? I'm going to that old man. Doesn't he have kids? He's old enough to be your father." Ruby turned and began to head to the car, but I stopped her.