Know the rules in the going home game

A few weeks ago, a guy asked for my number.

We’d been talking for a few minutes – just the usual chit-chat, pleasantries exchanged between strangers. Then he wrote down his number on a piece of paper and passed it to me. That seemed a bit strange.

I wanted to stop talking to him. But he kept asking questions. As he turned around and leered at me in the harsh morning light, I ...