My boss left me dirty phone voicemails, so I played them for his wife.

When I was in college, I had a minimum wage job in a bargain retail store.

I worked in the warehouses around a lot of older guys, and the job required heavy lifting.

Usually between 75 to 250 pounds of pallets and boxes, I started off working in the warehouse

and it motivated me to start lifting weights seriously. I lost 25, 26 pounds over the course of my

first six months there by working out solo at the campus gym. However, most of my co-workers were

older guys while I was around 23 or 24 at the time,

and we had very little in common. I rarely talked to anyone else, but I did want to be seen as one of the

cool guys. So it was strange, but an honor when the manager of the fleet of delivery trucks,

we'll call him Victor, approached me at work one day and started conversing with me.

Victor was older, 45, I think, but he was well respected by everyone in the warehouse.

He dressed well and seemed pretty fit. In the course of the conversation we discussed lifting

weights together and he invited me over to his home gym one day. We exchanged phone

numbers and agreed to lift together on a Friday when his wife, who we'll call Nora, was at work.

I showed up at his house with one of my favourite t-shirts on. Victor was shirtless. He suggested

that I lift with no shirt as well. I felt uneasy about that and said no.

Victor snatched my shirt by the left sleeve and pulled it until it ripped.

He apologized, promised to buy another shirt for me, and I had to lift with no shirt on.

We worked chest and triceps, but throughout the lift I felt uncomfortable.

Victor kept touching my chest and my stomach.

He said it was to focus, and I kept pushing it to the back of my head, but I did decline to go inside

Victor's house. I left my ripped shirt at his house in the garage where his weight set was located.

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