It was a significant birthday.

They had insisted they treat me to dinner, then an overnight stay with my friend from university and her second husband. I was reluctant but went.

I'm in their lounge with him, drinking a glass of wine. She announces, "I'm going to bed, but have your wine and enjoy the music."

I am on the sofa. His hands are everywhere, his body is over mine as he greedily kisses me.

I am stunned, his hands are up my dress. Pulling my pants down, fingers pushing urgently inside me.

Have I been set up?