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A friend told me a story about how, when she was 15, she was almost gang-raped.
At the time, she was heavily abusing alcohol and “downers” - Xanax and other benzodiazapines. She spent a lot of time hanging out with the sorts of guys who could supply her with these, the kind of winners that we can all remember not showing up to class in high school.
One night, she went to a party and got pretty wasted. Her friend who’d brought her there had left, and she realized that she was all alone with about half a dozen guys, all of whom were leering at her. She got scared and begged someone - anyone - to take her home.
“Take off your clothes,” said one of them, “and we’ll take you home.”
So my friend, drunk and scared and stupid, did so. They made her stand in the middle of the room and turn around so they could all look at her. She asked for a ride home again.
“Suck his cock ,” said one of the guys. “And let us all watch.”
At this point, my friend refused. Not because she knew that it would be chumming the waters - although it most certainly would have been - but because she’d never given head before, and was worried about being embarrassed doing it.
Drugs make you stupid like that.
So she put on her clothes and tried to go to the bathroom to throw up. They wouldn’t let her, since they knew that to keep her pliable, they’d have to keep her drunk. She gave up and pretended to fall asleep on one of the sofa chairs until she sensed some of them looming over her.
“Hey,” she heard a voice say. “I get her first, okay?”
She expected them to laugh.
Nobody did.
So then she sat up and demanded to be brought home until one of the guys chickened out and gave her a ride. As he let her out of the car, he left her with the following assertion:
“Just so you know, you liked that. You say that you were scared and didn’t want to do that, but you loved that, and you know it.”
At the time, she was heavily abusing alcohol and “downers” - Xanax and other benzodiazapines. She spent a lot of time hanging out with the sorts of guys who could supply her with these, the kind of winners that we can all remember not showing up to class in high school.
One night, she went to a party and got pretty wasted. Her friend who’d brought her there had left, and she realized that she was all alone with about half a dozen guys, all of whom were leering at her. She got scared and begged someone - anyone - to take her home.
“Take off your clothes,” said one of them, “and we’ll take you home.”
So my friend, drunk and scared and stupid, did so. They made her stand in the middle of the room and turn around so they could all look at her. She asked for a ride home again.
“Suck his cock ,” said one of the guys. “And let us all watch.”
At this point, my friend refused. Not because she knew that it would be chumming the waters - although it most certainly would have been - but because she’d never given head before, and was worried about being embarrassed doing it.
Drugs make you stupid like that.
So she put on her clothes and tried to go to the bathroom to throw up. They wouldn’t let her, since they knew that to keep her pliable, they’d have to keep her drunk. She gave up and pretended to fall asleep on one of the sofa chairs until she sensed some of them looming over her.
“Hey,” she heard a voice say. “I get her first, okay?”
She expected them to laugh.
Nobody did.
So then she sat up and demanded to be brought home until one of the guys chickened out and gave her a ride. As he let her out of the car, he left her with the following assertion:
“Just so you know, you liked that. You say that you were scared and didn’t want to do that, but you loved that, and you know it.”