He took me up into the hills, overlooking our small and ignorant town. We'd been drinking and smoking in the art shop of the college department. He'd fed me hamburger, and I woke up in his car with my rod in his face having the most outrageously, amazing orgasm.
And then I remember nothing more from that night.
I feel I was drugged and date raped by a native.
Victor was his name. I loved that guy, his sad, tragic art, and the look of loss and sadness in his eyes.
I don't blame him for doing what he did to me.
It was an awakening point in my life.
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