So, I'm walking home, alone.  It was my birthday today, but my friends have all departed, so I am just carrying my handbag over one shoulder and gold paper bag containing some gifts of chocolate and coffee over the other arm

I live in the city centre, and it is always busy. I turn the corner to my flat, and notice a car behind me.  The driver stops and beckons to me. 

I go to to see what he wants.  He opens the door and I get in.

We drive off. He doesn't speak good English.  But eventually he says "Trans" and "Oral" to me. So we I say yes.  

We find a dark car park. In the front of the car I undress to the waist, and he pulls his trousers down to his  knees.  Shortly after we return to the city centre. 

I leave the car, but forget to take my cardigan. He shouts something I don't understand, and throws the cardigan out of the window onto the pavement as he drives off.