“I went to his apartment. I’ve been there before. He’s a friend of my boyfriend at the time. He knows me and knows him. I was told I could trust him. We start a movie. I tell him not to touch me. I fell asleep. I keep waking feeling uneasy. Finally, I woke up fully. His hands are on me. Under my clothes. Touching me, pinching me, taking me. I scream. I cry. I run. I report. I wait and wait. I go to court. I testified for 2.5 hrs. I win. He’s guilty. Class A Misdemeanor. He gets 40 hrs of community service. I get years of pain. Years of betrayal. Years of therapy and trust issues. Years of nightmares and fear. He has to pick up trash for 40 hrs.”