"Well ain't you a pretty thing," sneered a big burly man. Lizzy could smell the whisky in the guy's breath. Trying not to show any fear, Lizzy tried to talk herself out of the situation. "Look if you want money here's my purse. You can have my watch too," said Lizzy. The big burly man wasn't paying any attention to what Lizzy had told him. "Sweet thing I ain't interested in money," smiled the man. The man moved towards Lizzy. Trying to dodge her attacker, Lizzy tried to run. "Trying to play hard to get. I love that cutie," said the man.
The big burly man tackled Lizzy to the ground. He began tearing at her blouse. Lizzy began screaming as loud as she can. "Help! Somebody please help me!" Placing his big sweaty hand over Lizzy's mouth, the man desperately tried to hike up Lizzy's skirt hem. Struggling with all her might, Lizzy managed to bite down on her attacker's hand. "Sonofa...!" yelled the man. He punched Lizzy's mouth and continued with his assult. All Lizzy could think of was Jeremy and their life together. Just those thought's alone gave her the strength she needed to fend off her attacker. With a swift motion, Lizzy kicked the man's groin causing him to double over in agony. Getting up with wobbly legs, Lizzy made another desperate escape out of the alley.
The security guards Mr. Jamison along with Mr. Reynolds heard Lizzy's cry for help. The men saw Lizzy running toward them. "Ms Jones look out!" yelled Mr. Jamison. Mr. Reynolds drew out his side arm, but Lizzy's attacker was too fast. He pulled out his own revolver and with one shot to Lizzy's back brought her down. Mr. Reynolds along with Mr. Jamison fired their own side arms killing the assalant. Mr. Jaimson held on to Lizzy as he fellow officer called for an ambulance.