It was close, but he beat me there by about three seconds, blocking the ramp to the exit by parking his car sideways across both lanes. My headlights ...hone in through his windows and I could see him looking back at me through the glare. I picked my phone up again as he got out of the car.I thought about calling the police, but what could I tell them without ruining my life? He didn't look angry, just slightly damp in a jacket and wrinkled shirt. Maybe we could settle it between us. Maybe he'd. Dancing to me was both innocent and fun. All of the melodiesplayed at the transgender club I frequented were lively, modern andloud. On the last Saturday night in April, I was with John on the dancefloor enjoying some high energy dancing when suddenly the music changed.Apparently the DJ chose to play a very the atypically slow love song,the kind of which I had never heard in this night club before.Surprised by the tenor of the song and before I could walk away, I foundmyself being held closely. More

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