![]() Of course, I’d grown up hearing the stories and the “don’t drop the soap” jokes that people tossed around so freely. In my seven years of incarceration, I had never been propositioned for sex, let alone pressured. He took it like I was trying to create some privacy for us, but in truth, I was stalling for time. Often, he would bring up “problems” that were just attempts to get attention.Īfter a few minutes, we rounded the track past the handball courts and came up to a row of picnic benches on the south side of the Yard. I remembered that Michael had a reputation in our circle of friends for being overly dramatic. I knew just about everybody on the Yard, and I was skeptical of his claim of abuse. He’s pressuring me to have sex with him.” “There’s a guy in my building that won’t leave me alone. “Come on man,” I responded, with a lightness that I hoped hid the nervousness I felt. I wondered if he had the same feeling I had, that any verbal misstep could end in disaster. He said it matter-of-factly, but when I looked at him to see if he was joking, his shoulders were slumped, his head down, his eyes focused on the track immediately in front of him. ![]() “I’m going to kill myself,” Michael said.
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