This is a personal story of something that happed to me in college when I was 24 years old. My girl friends were the ones that hooked me in to going to weekend parties. I was not the kind of girl to drink myself to death, but that's what my girl friends loved about it. Not getting drunk, was not having any fun they use to say. It's kind of hard not to have a couple of drinks, when every one else is doing it. I used to carefully mesure the number of drinks I had, but that night I couldn't understand why my head was spinning. I don't remember passing out, but woke up latter on the floor of a back room with no clothes on and the door wide open. It was the most embarrassing moment of my life, because a bunch of guys were at the door looking in.

My clothes had vanished and couldn't find anything to cover myself. I guess my screaming was what prompted two girls from cuming to my aid and handing me a towel. My clothes latter were found at the back of the house and left as fast as I could without saying a word.

Everyone's attitude was that it was no big deal and no one knew anything about it. Till this day I'm sure there was something slipped into my drink and probably everyone had fun participating in undressing me and writing dirty word on my body. What's worst is that the all got away with it because it went unreported.