Another Side Of Rape

Another Side of RapeI watch as the man who raped my girlfriend 15 years ago walks toward me in this trendy bar. He is now bloated, with a face so fat that his eyes are pinched into a permanent squint. I rise from my table and motion for him to sit down. He is expressionless; he doesn't remember me, doesn't know who I am or why I've called him to join me. But I remember him.Laurie and I were sophomores at the University of Iowa when it happened. It was a cool Sunday night and we were lying on a b...