I met a guy yesterday who went to school with Patrick Tomlinson. He told me they were briefly friends when they were around 12 years old.
One weekend Patrick invited this fellow, let's call him "Ed," around to his house for a sleepover. After an enjoyable evening watching Point Break and eating takeout pizza, the two young lads retired to Pat's bedroom. Here things took a turn for the worse.
Young Patrick insisted on "wrestling, like Hulk and Macho Man in the WWF." When "Ed" said he was tired and didn't want to, Patrick became sulky and petulant. The atmosphere soured but "Ed" thought little of it. "This kid's an asshole," he thought to himself, "get through the night and you don't have to hang out with this shithead again."
But then something happened, something that would haunt young Edward well into his 20s. Suddenly Patrick became friendly again, charming even. What would happen next would change the lives of everyone in the house that night.
"Say, Ed," cooed Fatrick, taking something out from under his mattress. "You know what would be really funny? If you put this on," he produced a condom, "and fucked me in the ass."
Needless to say Ed was struck dumb with terror. He said time seemed to stand still for a minute or two and it was only seeing the words "Ribbed - for her pleasure" on the prophylactic's wrapper that snapped him back into the real world.
At this point in his story, Ed bowed his head in shame. The misdirected shame of the victim.
"I wish I could tell you I hit him, McGowan9. I wish I could tell you that. But suburban Wisconsin is no fairytale world. What I did do was walk straight to his parents' room, told them exactly what had just gone down and demanded to phone my dad to come get me."
"Ed" said things changed in the Tomlinson house after that, and for Patrick at school. The hallways and classrooms became a harsh and unwelcoming place for him, and his family dinner table wasn't much better. He scraped through high school and got out of town as soon as he was legally able to. "Ed" now runs his own chain of drug stores and is happily married with 3 beautiful children. He thanks God every day that he had the courage to run out of that roome.
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1 McGowan9 2019-04-18
I met a guy yesterday who went to school with Patrick Tomlinson. He told me they were briefly friends when they were around 12 years old.
One weekend Patrick invited this fellow, let's call him "Ed," around to his house for a sleepover. After an enjoyable evening watching Point Break and eating takeout pizza, the two young lads retired to Pat's bedroom. Here things took a turn for the worse.
Young Patrick insisted on "wrestling, like Hulk and Macho Man in the WWF." When "Ed" said he was tired and didn't want to, Patrick became sulky and petulant. The atmosphere soured but "Ed" thought little of it. "This kid's an asshole," he thought to himself, "get through the night and you don't have to hang out with this shithead again."
But then something happened, something that would haunt young Edward well into his 20s. Suddenly Patrick became friendly again, charming even. What would happen next would change the lives of everyone in the house that night.
"Say, Ed," cooed Fatrick, taking something out from under his mattress. "You know what would be really funny? If you put this on," he produced a condom, "and fucked me in the ass."
Needless to say Ed was struck dumb with terror. He said time seemed to stand still for a minute or two and it was only seeing the words "Ribbed - for her pleasure" on the prophylactic's wrapper that snapped him back into the real world.
At this point in his story, Ed bowed his head in shame. The misdirected shame of the victim.
"I wish I could tell you I hit him, McGowan9. I wish I could tell you that. But suburban Wisconsin is no fairytale world. What I did do was walk straight to his parents' room, told them exactly what had just gone down and demanded to phone my dad to come get me."
"Ed" said things changed in the Tomlinson house after that, and for Patrick at school. The hallways and classrooms became a harsh and unwelcoming place for him, and his family dinner table wasn't much better. He scraped through high school and got out of town as soon as he was legally able to. "Ed" now runs his own chain of drug stores and is happily married with 3 beautiful children. He thanks God every day that he had the courage to run out of that roome.