It was a lesson in life. I went to a party with a guy from work. The downstairs john was occupied, so I went upstairs to use the other one. Of course, this is where the bedrooms were. Anyway, he was there when I came out of the bedroom. He started to kiss me, but things quickly got way beyond where I was prepared to go. With the loud music and other noise from the party, nobody heard me scream. I never reported it because I figured there was no point. I was only one of two saleswomen in the entire company, I had voluntarily gone to the party with him, and I knew it would be a "he said, she said" thing. Especially since the news that year was all about Robert Chambers, the Central Park Preppie Killer. I will never forget how they smeared that poor dead girl, using her private thoughts about him that she had written in her diary.

Anyway, the good that has come out of it is that I can pass along a VERY important lesson to my girls.