Once upon a time there was a petite lady up North. She and I had met quite a few times.
She confided in me she had fantasized about having her clothes torn off and taken advantage of! I had discerning thoughts but rolled with it anyway.
First, the old gown was too well made, it did’t tear! Second, I’m a pretty whimpy rapist! I don’t think she was happy with my performance! One question that has lingered since then is if she ever got her fantasy fulfilled. . . I will never know!