a person is reading news articles about an alleged sexual assault in the cities othersex night-club district. in april a young man said he was offered a ride to his apartment by four older women, in lieu of that they drove to a nearby parking lot and allegedly sexually assaulted him before he could escape.
when the cities news media found the incident report on the police website it was made use of as a slightly offbeat situation that became the raw material for articles that were guaranteed to raise eyebrows and laughs. none of them addressed the underlying problem. the four alleged assailants were described as wearing skimpy dresses and stilettos, each woman weighing about two hundred pounds, having butterfly-cult tattoos on the back of their necks, and tie-dyed hair.
the tone of the articles were controversial. on one side were reporters who seemed envious of the four alleged assaultists and penned what when read closely were their private rape fantasies disguised as journalism. those that took the opposite view wrote articles akin to inspirational literature, claiming that rape is rape even when the recipient of the unwanted attention, physical or otherwise, is a male and the perpetrator female. they seemed more interested in using the incident to show how moral and sensitive they can be compared to other people.
as he reads the articles he becomes reminded of something that happened in the early nineteen eighties at the school he attended in northern alberta. one morning before the first class began another student was telling him she had gone on a date the night before with a friend or co-worker of her older brother. this guy bought her a steak dinner and then they went for a short drive, parked the car and talked for a while. if he recalls correctly she said her date then asked for a blowjob before driving her home. she refused and then he said good night, that he was going home now and did she want to say goodnight here or when they got back to his place. in short he wasn't driving her home, and so she got out of the car. rude of him but no assault or any thing like that on his part. sounded like he had a plan.
standing in the snow she decided not to call home and have her mother come pick her up because she didn't want her brother asking why his friend didn't bring her home. she didn't have money for a cab so she couldn't flag one down and have it drop her off down the block from the house and walk the last block and so a cab all the way to the house and get the money and pay the cabbie was no solution for the same reason as calling home.
the denouement of her story was that she had dressed skimply for the date and had to walk home some way through deep snow without boots or a winter coat. this was late november or early december in northern alberta's snowbelt.
why the news item on the guy who was assaulted by a quartet of women reminded him of the other students story was what happened several weeks later. the same girl and a friend of hers tried to sexually assault him one day as he was on his way to the mall for lunch. the two girls followed, caught up, and as the three took a short cut down a laneway they grabbed and pulled him down in the snow. they began to cackle about giving him a blowjob to teach him a lesson because he hadn't been sympathetic enough when one of them had told him about her date with her brothers friend-coworker.
first he thought it was a joke then some rope came out of a pocket, maybe some duct tape, looked like they had a plan. he thought they can't be serious. the one who told him about the date would sometimes come to school in the morning smelling of booze and her friend had recently moved out of her mother and step fathers house and was living with her bi-sexual hairdresser boyfriend, he thought to himself oh no this isn't going to happen.
and nothing happened, he began to struggle and as their combined weight was not eight hundred pounds he was able to escape from their unwanted groping. during the struggle while he was swinging his arms around as they were trying to get the rope tied around his wrists the one who told him the date story got a fist in her face and said something to her friend about " this isn't going the way you said it would, i told you we should of had at least one more on our side. ", her friend responded with," it worked with the other guy. "
he got up brushed the snow off and went to the mall for lunch while they scurried back in the direction of the school. later that day the one who had gone on the date with her brothers friend-coworker told the person she assaulted some story about how because he was moving away in the new year and she would probably never see him again she had only wanted to give him something to remember her by. " you know, like uh ah a gift, yeah a gift."
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