Out of nowhere, my father announced that a Black man named Thomas would be staying at our home. He was a bright, cheerful person, and even my boyfriend came over so we could all have dinner together. That night, after drinking too much, I woke up to see something as thick as a liter bottle. Claiming he wanted to 'learn about Japan,' Thomas forced that curved, dark rod into me. It was an overwhelming, tearing sensation I had never felt before—a physical presence that completely erased my boyfriend from my mind.
