adaggerpointed

Gertrude slipped on the wet concrete stairs and landed hard on her backside, letting out an involuntary cry. A voice came from behind her, along with footsteps. "Are you okay? Can I help you up?" A man in his thirties - which seemed very young to Gertrude who had long since stopped counting her age - offered her a hand with a smile. She took it and got back onto her feet. He picked up the carrier bag she had dropped. "Are you hurt at all? Do you need any help getting somewhere?" "No,no, I'll be fine," Gertrude replied. "It's just a bump. What's your name, young man?" "I'm Jimmy," he said. "It's really no problem, I've got a car around the corner, we can take you to get checked over or-" "Really, I'll be fine. I only live nearby. Thank you for showing such care and concern for an old lady." She could hear giggling from up the stairs, and turned to see two more men, obviously Jimmy'...