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into the car and
drive. We had some crazy times together, doing loads of
drugs and hanging out with a group of Lebanese men
(who generally tended to have nothing to do with the
drugs themselves), including that first guy whom I'd
met and become smitten with. It was then that a few
bad things happened in my Sydney life.
    One night, I had organised to meet up with a friend's
ex-boyfriend who was a DJ and had all the Ecstasy
connections. I'd never met him before but had heard he
was a good-looking guy who drove a red Honda Prelude.
I went out with another friend and we were dressed up
to the nines, as you tend to be when you're clubbing
on Oxford Street. I was wearing this white vinyl dress,
which, I guess, might have looked a little hookerish. We
were standing on a street off Oxford Street waiting for
him, and he was running late. Suddenly, this guy pulled
up on the other side of the street in a red Honda Prelude.
He was not bad looking, but not hot either. He waved
for me to come over.
    I went across the street while my friend waited. I said
his name aloud and he said, 'Yep!'
    I got in the car, handed him the money and he took
it. Then I asked, 'So, can I have the Es?'
    To my surprise, he pulled out his cock and started
jerking off . 'How about a blow job?' he growled.
    I was shocked. 'I don't think so!' I said. He responded
by getting rough with me, grabbing my hair, leading me
to wonder what the fuck was going on. I'd given him the
money already, so I said, 'No, get the fuck off me!'
    I asked his name again, and this time he said, 'No.
You were expecting a drug dealer, huh?'
    I quickly jumped out of the car and stood behind it, as
if I was memorising his licence plate. I think he was still
jerking off at that point. I then ran back to his window
and said, 'Give me my fucking money back!' He threw it
at me and threatened to call the cops on me. And I said
I could do the same to him. I was so shocked. I ran in
my high-heeled boots and called the DJ and told him
what had happened. We ended up having a great night
anyway, but I was shaking for quite a while after that.
    Another night, I got beaten by one of the Lebanese
guys, another of my new friends' ex-boyfriends, simply
for taking her out to a club after they had broken up.
I ended up taking him to court, and it really was one of
the more unfortunate episodes in my life – because it
brought back negative feelings from my years of childhood
abuse, all the memories that I had repressed.
    The Lebanese ex-boyfriend was psychotically obsessed
with my friend, and when they broke up she begged me
to go out clubbing with her on Oxford Street, which was
a fateful move. When he saw us walking out of a club,
he came up and punched me straight in the face, right
in front of the bouncers. I blacked out and fell to the
ground, and the bouncers took him out back and sorted
him out. When I came to, I looked awful. My nose was
swollen and bleeding, and it hurt like hell.
    We drove to the police station and they took some
photos. I pressed charges, but that didn't deter him. He
found us the next day and from then on he followed us
everywhere for a while, even to the police station! He
was such a cocky bastard – he would drive by the station
and rev his engine, then reverse up and down the street.
The cops finally decided to chase him but they never
caught him.
    When the case came to court, the idiot represented
himself. His story changed five times and he tried to act
like a lawyer (obviously having watched one too many
TV law shows). When he actually questioned me on the
stand, he tried to put words in my mouth, but the judge
saw right through him. And his ex-girlfriend (who was,
by then, no longer my friend) was so scared of this guy
that she said she hadn't seen anything. She was looking
down the whole time while testifying and the judge
commented on her body language and didn't believe her
either. Basically, the guy got a slap on the wrist (merely
a AU$1000 fine) and a warning that if