I froze.
I couldn’t speak.
Everything seemed so surreal.
This couldn’t be happening.
Before I knew it Shorten had his hands on each of the front of my shoulders, pushing me backwards.
The bathroom door was to my left, only a couple of metres from the front door. I was being pushed backwards into the bathroom, by Shorten, who seemed to be calculated, certain and confident of where he wanted me.
Once metres from the front door, to my left, I was pushed backward, and to Shorten’s right, was the cabin bathroom.
He pushed me inside the bathroom and somehow closed the door.
By this time I was starting to fight him off.
(Thinking back now, if I hadn’t had such a domineering and narcissistic mother who always complained about any noise, or me having the light on at night while I read a book because it was keeping her awake – my mother still still does this to this day – I may have had the instinct to scream. But I wasn’t raised that way. People were sleeping and I was raised to keep quiet and respectful of those around me).
And, I was stunned, in shock, disbelieving.
I was finding it hard to absorb the reality of what was really happening. Bill Shorten was supposed to be my friend. Only dirty old men or desperate uncles behave like this.
He pushed me up against the bathroom wall, I could feel something sticking into my back. But I didn’t have time to think about that, I had to fight him off.
Shorten never tried to kiss me. He didn’t try to touch my breasts, Shorten never said a word.
Shorten just kept trying to pull down my pants.
(I was wearing ribbed leggings. They weren’t like Lycra Spandex, not at all tight fitting, they fit more like sweats or tracksuit pants. I think I had bed socks on (they were either pink or light blue) with black pixie boots. I was wearing a very long shirt that came down to my thighs at the back and front, and over my shirt I wore a large, long, thick, hand knitted jumper which was long enough to cover my bottom, completely).
My biggest concern was that the pants I was wearing had an elastic waist.
As he kept pulling at my pants I kept trying to push him away. I also tried to kick at him but this thing in my back stopped me from being able to raise my legs.
My arms were beginning to ache and I could feel my strength fading. Then suddenly, Shorten backed off.
He pulled away from me.
Finally, he must have got the hint I didn’t want him.
But as I looked more closely I saw that he was unbuckling the belt to his pants.
(Shorten was wearing either a green or brown loose fitting corduroy jeans).
I saw his pants drop quickly to the floor.
The fight wasn’t over.
As I continued to try to get him off me he, seemed to get stronger and I felt my strength weaken.
My arms were hurting so much they seemed to be burning.
I felt him winning the battle as he was gaining control over my pants and underwear, pulling them down, bit by bit.
Shorten didn’t get them down far, they were still at the top of my legs, but before long he was pushing himself up against me and using his feet to kick my legs apart.
He moved in close and before I knew it he was huffing and puffing.
I didn’t really feel much but I knew he had put his penis inside my vagina.
He didn’t penetrate my vagina for very long. Shorten climaxed very quickly.
The rape only lasted a few seconds.
But once he was done he moved back away from me he quickly began to pull up his pants.
I remember the way my hands were shaking and I bent from one side to the other to reach for my underwear and pants. He hadn’t pulled them down far enough for me to have to bend down. They were still in arm’s reach.
As he was buckling his belt up he said something like, “Gee, you do get around.”
Shorten then left the bathroom and my cabin.
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