Rape in the garage
“Finally,” Brenda sighed. Another late night at the office was behind her. And the project was finished. She was relieved, and happy to go home. She’d sleep in a little tomorrow, to celebrate. She glanced at the clock. 12:30 AM. How did it get so late? She picked up the phone and called her husband. “Hi, babe,” came his sleepy response. “I’m done. On my way home.” “Oh, good. Wow, look at the time. Be careful, I worry about you out by...