I'm going to tell you a story of something that happened to someone I know and obviously, I'm keeping her name out of it. We'll call her "Jane". Jane met someone who took her on a first date. He was charming. He was very handsome. He seemed verbose and funny and talkative. They never ran out of conversation. Great food, great conversation. An admittedly naive Jane invited this stranger back to her house post-date to watch a little television in her room. That was when her date bound her arms and wrists, pinned her legs with his and raped her. She doesn't remember every moment of the assault, mostly due to the trauma of it all. But she remembers the pain of her arms and wrists being bound to her headboard, the pain on her legs and the feeling of desperately struggling to get out of the restraints and his grip. He mercifully used a condom. Small favors I guess. When it was over, he just left. Jane woke the next morning in excruciating pain, u...