Work made for a long, tiring day. Bridget focused on getting into her third-floor apartment, kicking off her Diane Von Furstenberg heels and collapsing into her plush club chair with a glass of wine. For once she opted to take the elevator than climb the flights of stairs. After today she didn't need any further exercise. She pushed the button and the elevator doors opened. She stepped inside and pushed the button for home, glad to be alone and not obligated to chat.
As the doors closed and the elevator began to ascend, the lights went out. 'Damn. At least this is a short ride,' she said out loud to no one.
'Touch me.' A man's voice. 'Go ahead. I know you want to. Touch me.'
She was certain the car was empty when she entered. She panicked. Without any light the buttons all felt the same so she punched them all.
'Touch me.'
Panic turned to near hysteria. Again, she punched all the buttons wanting one of the to stop the elevator and open the doors. The elevator halted and the doors opened at the rear. Bridget assumed she was disoriented in the darkness and exited.
Moments later, the elevator doors opened to the third floor. The lights were on and another resident entered. He spotted a woman's handbag on the floor. He picked it up and looked inside. The wallet contained a driver's license belonging to Bridget Houlihan which he pocketed.
The man exited when the doors opened onto the lobby. He handed the bag to the doorman.
'This was on the floor of the elevator. There's no I.D. but the wallets has some cash in it. Someone's bound to miss it.'
'Very kind of you, sir. Thank you.'
'Good night.'
'Good night, sir.'
As the doors closed and the elevator began to ascend, the lights went out. 'Damn. At least this is a short ride,' she said out loud to no one.
'Touch me.' A man's voice. 'Go ahead. I know you want to. Touch me.'
She was certain the car was empty when she entered. She panicked. Without any light the buttons all felt the same so she punched them all.
'Touch me.'
Panic turned to near hysteria. Again, she punched all the buttons wanting one of the to stop the elevator and open the doors. The elevator halted and the doors opened at the rear. Bridget assumed she was disoriented in the darkness and exited.
Moments later, the elevator doors opened to the third floor. The lights were on and another resident entered. He spotted a woman's handbag on the floor. He picked it up and looked inside. The wallet contained a driver's license belonging to Bridget Houlihan which he pocketed.
The man exited when the doors opened onto the lobby. He handed the bag to the doorman.
'This was on the floor of the elevator. There's no I.D. but the wallets has some cash in it. Someone's bound to miss it.'
'Very kind of you, sir. Thank you.'
'Good night.'
'Good night, sir.'
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