"Have I ever been raped? Yes, I have, but if it's all the same to you I'd prefer not to talk about it?"
"Do I feel guilty? Why the hell should I feel guilty? I didn't rape myself, you know?"
"Contributed to it? How? By being in a public place surrounded by a thousand people?"
"I am not exaggerating. That's where it happened and I didn't do a damn thing to provoke the man."
"How did I feel at the time? Furious that it was happening to me and absolute astonishment that this guy could do that to me in front of all those people and have no-one notice."
"Did I enjoy it? What sort of asshole psychiatrist are you? Any purely physical sensations caused by the rape were just that. Purely physical, and out of my control."
"You're not going to let up on this are you? Closure? There'll be closure when I meet the guy and I've got a large heavy object in my hand. I'll give him closure."
"How about I try to talk about it as if it had happened to someone else? That way I can describe what went on without getting involved."
"OK. It started out like this..."
It was a fine, hot Saturday, and Jenny and some friends from the same college were going to the beach. Jenny had a new bikini and was looking forward to showing it off (and the fine figure it contained) and flirting with her friends. Fun in the sun, sea and sand was the order for the day.
They all rolled up in a loose group, about a dozen of them, evenly matched between the sexes. There was no blatant pairing off except for Rod and Helen, and everyone knew that they were an item. It was just a friendly gathering of like minded individuals.
They played in the water and on the sand. A bit of beach volley ball and a casual picnic lunch. They didn't cluster as a group, as there were a lot of people on the beach that day. Both sexes sort of drifted around, keeping in loose contact but also meeting old friends who happened to be there and conducting some harmless flirting with new acquaintances.
Some of the group exchanged phone numbers with new acquaintances, but Jenny didn't. She hadn't met anyone who she deemed particularly interesting, and eventually she decided to go back in the water. She made a casual query to see if anyone else was interested, and getting no takers she shrugged, and waded in anyway.
Jenny swam for a while, just getting in some healthy exercise and enjoying the water. There were some nice waves coming in and Jenny remembered a game she and her brothers used to play as children.
The idea was to find a place where the water just came up to your chin and stand there, letting the waves lift you up and put you gently down again. A spur of the moment decision and Jenny decided to give it a go for old time's sake.
So there was Jenny, happily bobbing up and down on the waves, just enjoying life. She was out deep enough that the non swimmers tended to be nearer the shore, while the serious swimmers were further out, using the rafts that were anchored there. For a short time, Jenny was alone within the crowd.
Everything was fine until she lost her bathers. Well, she didn't lose them as such. She knew where they were. They were in the triumphant hands of the man who had swum up underwater and rudely pulled them down and off, surfacing next to her laughing.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" flared Jenny. "Give me those."
"Uh, uh," came the reply, "a little forfeit first."
"Stuff your forfeit," Jenny told him. "Give those to me."
"I don't think so," she was told. "While I hold these you're not going anywhere."
He had a point, Jenny had to admit. There was no way she was running back up the beach without her bathers. The best she could hope for would be to get closer to the shore and hope to make one of her friends aware of her little problem.
Jenny glared at the man. "What do you want?"
