It didn't work out that way. I watched impatiently, purse and papers in hand, as the students filed out. I wasn't paying any attention to the kids leaving the class. I was watching the door fearfully for any sign of Jamal.
I was looking for trouble in the wrong place. The last student in the line let everyone else leave and then he stood in the door and turned around. He grinned and said, "You aren't leaving are you, cunt? Jamal will be right here. He'd really hate it if he missed you."

My legs nearly gave out. I shook my head and pleaded in a whisper, "Please let me go. I have to get out of here."