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A Man’s Story of Sexual Assault: When a Woman is the Abuser
it can happen to a bloke as well, ya know…
CW — This true story features violation and non consent…
“Okey doke, Pete. See ya tomorrow,” I winked as he left the club with his hand firmly groping Blondie’s arse.
Yeah, he was in for some action with… What was her name? Jan or Pam. I have always been dreadful at remembering that type of thing. Turning to Sue — I’d been talking to her for the last hour, so I would be proper thick if that hadn’t sunk in — I asked if she wanted another vodka and coke. Of course, she did.
Our drinks were free as Pete and I were the main support act each Friday night. He sang, I played the piano. There were always chicks waiting off-stage when we finished. Sue (Red) and her mate — Blondie, looked like goers, so they were the lucky ones that night. Trouble was after chatting to Red for a bit she really was not my cup of tea. Don’t get me wrong, I ain’t that fussy, and she was sexy enough in a dirty kind of way. But there was something about her that told me to steer clear. Sometimes you just get that vibe about a person.
I thought if I got her another drink, and we just chatted, she may get the idea that I didn’t really want to go down the…
