Molly narrowed her eyes and tossed the ball straight at Spy. "You're a fake. Tricksy smooth and sly smiles. Foxy man in all ways."
With a head tilt she regarded him. Oh, he oozed sex appeal the way red dart amphibians oozed toxic chemicals. Likely just as dangerous. Molly inhaled the scent of lilacs that enveloped her. It was odd how it came and went, bringing comfort. But then it could be sense memory, like Sean said of the singing.
Molly was outgoing and friendly, but the truth was, alone with an unknown male her hackles went up and her tummy clenched. She fought hard not to run like a silly ninny, but looked pasted Spy for a second to see the way out. Her brain didn't remember, but her body did, JJ the therapy lady said. Molly wouldn't give in. No winning for the bad man. Her own to feet would stand her up.
"You ply too hard, you try too hard. You're not as smooth as your think. And you smell." Molly moved to her little stereo system to turn off the music, but she let no part of her back turn to him and she made certain he never left her vision.
If there were even one other female type here, the feeling would go. It annoyed her that such things happened, and it made her mad. Some times the mads directed themselves on the undeserving. She wished she was like other girls.