Paul sat up slowly, his face was on fire and it was wet. He absently wiped at the wetness on his cheek. Fucking women, why did they have to get so violent? In his own opinion it was all this women's lib and medication that was making them so unreliable. If we had been alone, I would have hit her back, he thought sullenly. He clambered to his feet, something ran down his cheek.
That Bitch! Monday, when he got into the office,, he would call that asshole down at the Police Station and tell him that he was going to press charges! He was right by God. He wasn't going to take this lying down. No one threatened Paul Murray and got away- his bladder chose at that moment to remind him to be elsewhere. He inwardly clenched then began walking towards the men’s restroom.
“She sure knocked the spit out of you.” cheered a man in blue jeans and black shirt that said something like `Hell Yeah!’ on it.
"Fuck you asshole." Paul mumbled as he strode past the overweight man.
