A few days later while in work the text came through asking if I wanted to meet he would be up for the football Saturday and it was a lunch time kick ...ff so if I was interested he would be in the bar we met in about 5pm a few more texts came through saying how much he enjoyed chatting swapping messages by text seems so antiquated now so I told him I would think about it and if I turned up he would know the answer.The next few days was should I or shouldn't I go Saturday morning I still hadn't. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, and wiped the sweat from her hand that was not holding the bar, off on her sari. Just a few more stops. That’s when the man behind her took a half step forward, placing one of his feet between her own and pressing himself tight up against her. Sonali stifled a scream of shock and tightened her grip on the bar. Then she felt it. At first she wasn’t sure what it was, this long hard lump that was pressing against her bottom and as all the. He told every one that he wanted to make a toast to Toni and me, bringing us champagne. He made the toast saying, bottoms up. All of us emptied our glasses. It only took about five minutes for what he had put in each of our drinks to take effect. I stood up, nearly falling down, so he told me he would help me to our room. Tim helped me to the bed and pushed me down onto it. I fell back like a ton of bricks falling back, unable to catch myself. Tim just laughed saying, feel a little out of it. I was no good to my pupils without my ability to speak so the school sent me home on sick leave. About noon, I arrived to an empty house and decided that I might as well catch up on some missed sleep. I tucked myself up in bed, hoping that the rest would help me.The next thing I knew was that I was awakened by the phone ringing and the sound of my daughter's voice from the next room, talking to her mother, saying, "Don't rush back home mom, we'll see you around six, bye".On checking the clock.