“I want to make sure you get home safe,” my rapist said, as he walked me to my car. It was after 2 a.m., the Sunday before Christmas, and snow was falling. In some ways, in the very visceral, physical, rape way, it was all over. In more important ways, it was just beginning. I was raped by my boss at work when I was still in college. I was a waitress at a diner, and one night, the manager announced that someone on staff had stolen a $50 gift card. He made all the front-of-house employees stay after closing, taking us each into the back office individually for questioning. I had closed with this manager many times before. He was…
“I want to make sure you get home safe,” my rapist said, as he walked me to my car. It was after 2 a.m., the Sunday before Christmas, and snow was falling. In some ways, in the very visceral, physical, rape way, it was all over. In more important ways, it was just beginning.
I was raped by my boss at work when I was still in college. I was a waitress at a diner, and one night, the manager announced that someone on staff had stolen a $50 gift card. He made all the front-of-house employees stay after closing, taking us each into the back office individually for questioning. I had closed with this manager many times before. He was a few years older than I was, and nice enough. We had always gotten along.
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