Sometime Between July and August 1979
Young and impressionable as you are, you never thought a short walk around town could have lead to this. As you walked through downtown, you were beckoned into a small dive bar where an older gentleman proceeded to buy you Screwdriver after Screwdriver. A few lines on a questionable toilet seat and you were ready for anything. You would later remember this feeling, and be reminded of the flood. The older man invited you over to his condo for some more drinks. You, of course, couldn't resist. A short drive and a few more vodka tonics later, you feel a little strange. Must be the coke, you think. You begin to doze off, everything becoming a dark haze. The last thing you remember before blacking out is seeing him put a coil of rope and a black, rubber fist on the coffee table and slowly undressing you.