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Hello. My name is Barbara. Please don't ask me for my last name. It isn't important, and for reasons which will become obvious, I don't want any of you to know it. I am here because I have to tell somebody what happened to me before I go crazy, and I can't bring myself to tell anybody that I know. Here, I can remain anonymous. Here I can talk without being seen. Maybe it sounds cowardly, but here on the internet, I feel safe.

I guess I should tell you a little about myself, just so you'll know the kind of person I am. Maybe it will help you to understand me better. Maybe it will help ME to get started with my story. This isn't exactly easy for me, even over the net.
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Let's see. I'm 27 years old. I'm five foot five and weigh one hundred eighteen pounds. I have brown hair and eyes. I'm single and live alone in a one bedroom apartment. I work as an administrative assistant to the Vice President of a medium sized manufacturing facility. I work out at the gym three times a week and take night courses at the Community College two nights a week. I also paint and draw in my spare time. I had a steady boyfriend, but that ended after.....well, it ended. You know how it is. Or maybe you don't know. Jeez! I'm starting to ramble. I guess it's time to get to the point. Come on, Barbara, let's go! Sorry guys, but this is harder than I thought it would be.

Okay. Here goes. I was raped. There! I finally said it! That is the first time I have used the word " rape" to describe what happened to me. Oh, I KNEW I had been raped, but it was still hard to SAY it. I had always thought that it just COULDN'T happen to me, you know? Oh, no. Not to me. That's what I thought, anyway. That's what I thought until the night my nice, safe little world was shattered.
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It was a Friday night last April. I left work at five o'clock after a long, hectic week, tired and worn out. I decided to stay home, have a light dinner, read a little and then go to bed early. That was all I wanted. A quiet night at home.

I reached my apartment around five-thirty. After checking my answering machine, I went to the bedroom, kicked off my high heels and put my purse away. I then went to the kitchen and poured a glass of Merlot to sip while I prepared dinner. After eating a small grilled chicken breast and tossed salad, I took a long, hot bath. I spent quite some time soaking in the tub, just letting the tension drain from my body. Following my bath, I slipped into a white baby doll nightie, poured another Merlot, and curled up in the arm chair in the living room with a good book. I read till around ten o'clock, and then decided to go to bed.