Did you rape me? I'm just wondering. Remember that bar in Huntington Beach? You knew me well. You were my first. You told me my friends had left and you were supposed to take me home. You and your friends gave me a ride I can barely remember but will never forget. I remember your friend stuck his cock in my mouth. I remember your friend held my legs apart, but you said, "Not this one." I remember you both fucked me. I remember the fast-food drive-through but not much else after that. I was hammered. Apparently, you made a tape. It's been more than 10 years now. But every now and again, I wonder: Did you rape me? Blink twice for... More >>>