Date: 6/13/2016
By selliebee
Went to an indoor circus in an old mall that had closed due to poverty and gang violence. But now it has a petting zoo and kids and parents galore. Got a bit lost among the slides and things. I was sexually assaulted on one of the rides so I went to the security desk and they sent me to a pharmacy on site to get plan b and some antibiotics for chlamydia (just in case and because I look Irish--reddish hair and freckles. Evidentially the Irish get chlamydia very easily). As the circus was closing I found a gyno-exhibit that promised to give me a full work-up and tell me how many eggs I had left after which I had to go down a slide, bare-assed. I woke up before the humiliating exam was completed (and before I got the crucial egg count).