Friend of mine was date-raped. We were 19-20.
Yes, she was stoned. But it was definitely rape, she said no, no, no then gave in after he threatened to hit her.
She told me about it in a letter. She lived in Bradford at the time, I lived in London.
I wanted to go punch his lights out. I offered, but she was already so ashamed, she didn't want anything known about it. I acceded.
Wish I'd known then some of the dodgy people I ended up knowing.
They'd have smacked him up on nothing more than my say-so. She'd been a barmaid too and we looked after our own.
Violence is not the answer. Never is. But sometimes, some people need smacking. He was a well-off and well-connected student, not a rough boy from some estate. He felt entitled. A couple of joints and he's bought her snatch.
What I didn't do still bothers me.
Sorry Ortho.
This should never happen.
We need to teach fathers and brothers and uncles and sons.
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