Not even in my dreams have I been groped by anyone in a sexual manner, and here I am being kissed and smooched by a Fat and dirty stranger. It’s all strange to me as I fight very hard to snap out from the helpless dream I find myself in. The more I try to struggle, the more limp I feel on the sofa. I try to speak but as soon I my lips are flipped open, I feel his alcohol drenched lips, pressing against mine. It’s really a disgusting sensation and I blame myself for being gullible to have his soup.

One touch leads to another and I begin...