You first did it in the back of my mom’s car after my last therapy session. You took the opportunity to touch me. I never said you could. The second was New Years, we were sitting on your couch and you mom was in the kitchen. You took the opportunity to touch me. I never said you could. The third time was on my sisters birthday once again in the back of my moms car. You took the opportunity to touch me. I never said you could. I never gave you permission touch me yet you still did and you still deny it. You will always deny it and I will always carry that weight on my shoulders. I will never get those moments spent in the shower scrubbing my skin raw back. I will never get those sleepless nights back. You stole something from me that I will never be able to get back and I hope that the look on my face in each of those encounters haunts you forever.