Forced by the Thug
I was walking home from a party late at night. Mistake number one, I guess.
A homeless man approached me by the train station, so I gave him a dollar and continued walking down the busy main street in the direction of my apartment building. Cars whizzed past me, there was plenty of light all around, and I felt relatively safe -- even though I was wearing a short and very tight red dress. And my big secret of the night was that I hadn't worn a b*a or panties either.
So here I was, just an eighteen year-old girl walking home alone. I passed by several run down buildings with their g**g signs painted on the side.
"Hey, sexy. I got some white powder for you if you'd like to buy some. Help a guy out," a dirty looking thug called out to me.
Yeah, the west side of Chicago.
