I worked with a group of men that had pornography in their desks. Each day I was subject to sexually suggestive names, comments,
and propositions. I just asked to be left alone to no avail. One night when I was working late and as I walked across the parking lot for my car, I heard a familiar voice. One of the men I
worked with called my name, then approached me.
As we talked it was clear he had one thing on his mind, I was going to have sex with him. I had to fight him off, and luckily escaped his sick fantasies that he said all women really wanted; those of the stories in the magazines. Anonymous