“He fell on to my hand” - but the impact of my face hitting the floor, blackening my eye and breaking my nose, led to a night in a cell and her having to look after me.
Payoff on a lost bet. I must drive home alone, 550 mi, in halter, shorts and heels. No undies; I look like a hooker. I visit a friend on my way outa town. She got revenge for an old dare. I left soaking wet, clothes plastered to me. I had a flat on I-5. My spare sucked. My credit card expired. A grandpa hits on me. For an after hours alignment, I agree to bring beer and condoms. I can't get a motel room. I drove 160 mi topless. I was broke, and ran outa gas. I got home a day late.
After Sue and I split up she experienced two gang rape situations which she told me about later. These are true stories as she told to me, no gory details, just the facts.