I knew him. We had been seeing each other for about a month. This was not the first time we had sex, but I knew something was different. We were at a party. We were fighting about his ex-girlfriend. I told him I didn’t want to spend the night with him. I packed my things. He was screaming obscenities and cursing me. As my hand grasped the door handle, his mood suddently changed. He was so sweet and sincere. He apologized. I realize now that he was not used to being told ‘no.’ I decided to stay because he told me it would be embarassing for him if I left. I went straight to bed and told him I just wanted to sleep. A few moments later I felt him tearing at my clothes. I told him to stop, but he only responded by kissing me. I told him no and began to scream, and his response was to press his hand over my mouth. I felt my shorts come off. I felt him trying to penetrate me. I remember the pain. I was crying. He kept forcing himself into me and, finally, his body tensed and relaxed. He rolled off me and threw my shorts back at me. Through my tears I remember him saying “Good night.” I knew him.