Careful In The Park
Be Careful in the Park By Michele Nylons My God! I was going to get raped. And the people I thought I knew, if only slightly, were going to do it. I could just make out in the dim light from the moon the members of a local street gang that were about to extend their escapades to include rape. There were six of them, a street gang I had seen around my 'patch'. They had never given me trouble and I thought they had me pegged as a sad old transvestite cruising for trade (which I was)....