They spread my legs. Obscenely, indecently — and that humiliation torments me more than anything else. It’s silly, I know. With everything that’s happened, this shouldn’t be what preoccupies me. Yet I can’t shake it off. You can’t, when you’ve never been stripped of your dignity quite like that before. And I’ve always been shy — painfully so — probably because of how I was raised. My parents never let a hair fall from my...