It started like any normal date. Dinner, a movie, some casual flirting. I was wearing this little black dress — short enough to show off my legs, low-cut enough to get his attention. We sat near the back of the theater, and pretty soon his hand found its way to my thigh. I didn’t stop him. As the movie dragged on, I barely paid attention. His fingers kept inching higher, just brushing the edge of my panties beneath the he...