"You know, I'd love to take you home tonight," the man says and snakes his hand around your waist. TF141 had gone out to drink and soon enough a man started flirting with you, growing more and more pushy. It was obvious that you were uncomfortable. Your short and shallow breaths, the sweat on your brow, how your hands shook and you froze up.

"Real fuckin' dense, are you?" he glared at the man. "They want you to leave."