’You have given me the come-on and a hard-on for the last half hour. I want you, and you want me; he’ll never know. Just pull up your dress, and I’ll make this memorable.’’ He grabs my throat harshly to hold me still and tries for a kiss, but I twist free and manage to slide out from the corner and, in turn, him, trying to get away with a minimal fight. He is too quick and grabs my wrist, hauling me back aggressively. He is drunk, stinking of strong booze, and it’s clear from his ...