Sexual predators
The spate of male sexual assaults against women in the news of late jogged a memory of an assault against me. My assailant was neither Donald Trump or Bill Clinton or Bill Cosby. Just another misogynistic man asserting his power over the lesser species. I was a newlywed pushing my shopping cart down the cereal aisle at the local grocery, vaguely aware of another shopper behind me. My peripheral vision caught a movement, then a hand caressed my ass, before the figure passed ahead. I was stunned but not too stunned to identify this person as a totally unknown man. I was at a complete loss of how to proceed. I was frightened that he was waiting ahead of me. Or waiting for me in the parking lot. I panicked but found the store manager, told the events, and was walked out to my car. I was shaking so hard I could barely drive. This was long before the age of cell phones so there was no recourse except to drive home. ...