The Polish Experience By Nicholas Westerby This ... - GetSab.Com

I sat there calmly thinking what to do. I thought about what his plans were. Was
he going to attack me on a crowded bus?
I doubted even he was that stupid.
That went for the main road where the bus stopped. As I have mentioned before
it is one of the busiest roads in Poland and even if cars were whizzing past the
chance of someone seeing an attack and stopping would be pretty high. There
was a short walk, maybe four or five hundred metres where he would have his
chance to pounce uninterrupted. That would be what he was planning, I was
sure of it.
I fingered around in my bag, locating the pepper spray I had bought for such an
occasion. I had bought Elly a simple spray can but mine was disguised as a
fountain pen so it didn’t look strange when I took it out of my bag and slid it
into my pocket. I started to feel smug, he didn’t know what I had in my pocket
and then I realised that I didn’t know what he had in his pocket either. He had a
hammer before and if he had brought it with him or worse I could be in real
danger.
I thought about calling or texting Elly. I was sweating, I could feel my heart
beating fast. The other noises faded away and all I heard was my heart
thumping and his snorts. I decided Elly was safer at home and if Marv wanted
to go at it again so be it.