Summary:
The couple of usual faces I generally see were not there but there was no scope for any apprehension. So, I carried on with my walk, taking the track that went around the garden. Seeing two morning walkers enter the gate, I finally realised I had escaped from his clutches and help had arrived. I have often wondered what their last thoughts were, their struggle against pervert minds, their state of mind as they fought them. The men will never understand how being violated feels while, ironically, it is only the men who can end this..