The Date Rape Story I'll Some Day Share with My Daughters

When I awoke that bright spring morning of March 21st, 1986, in a pensione in Venice, Italy, I didn’t expect the day to end on a dark, deserted beach with a boy I'd just met pinning me to the ground hissing in my ear that he had "un coltello" (a knife) and that "ho intenzione di ucciderti" (he'd kill me) if I didn't "f--k" him. ...more
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