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Wow.
The one time I sat on a jury, it was a rape case in which the defendant was employed at the time by Waffle House.
Which is neither here nor there, except that he knew his intended victim from the mornings when she and her Dad would enjoy their father-daughter breakfasts together at WH.
Now, I say *intended victim* because in the time between his unwanted advances on her at her place of employment (at a different restaurant) where he had been politely & then more forcefully rejected - as his escalation of boorishly drunk behavior demanded his being ejected by the manager - she left for home while he left for more alcohol to consume in the parking lot, waiting for her to walk out to her car. Unfortunately, he mistook one of her coworkers for her and had himself a rape anyway.
The girl he meant to rape was barely old enough to serve beer. In the process of making himself memorable to the girl and her coworkers (thus providing a link for LEOs to chase down), he had blurted out, “You just don’t like me because I’m old and ugly!” The P.O.S. was probably in his 50s and indeed looked like a homeless guy or like the actual done-hard-time-for-this-crime-already convict that he was. (White fella, which is neither here nor there.)
At some point the actual rapee explained she had her time of the month & therefore was using a tampon. He told her, “Take it out or I’ll *bleep* you up the *bleep*. Some guys just won’t take a no, even preferring it upon threat of harm.
I hope the poor gal in this current case can rejoice in her victory while recovering her sense of peace at home. There’s no law saying you must open the door simply because someone knocks. Turns my blood cold to read he may have tried this before with a lady frightened enough to keep him out.