I was Married to a Sexual Predator
Suzanna Quintana

When I was in my early 20s, I caught the building’s janitor/manager in my apartment, ruffling through my underwear drawer. I gave him hell! Another young woman told me about how he was helping her fix a loose leg on her table, and he bent over her very inappropriately. She giggled. Actually, she didn’t think it funny, but it was a nervous reaction. I told her she should have told him to get away from her and get out of her apartment. I can just imagine all the other young ladies in that building being “befriended” by this slime. YOUNG LADIES, SPEAK UP!!

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