1960 had been a difficult year for me. I had fallen hard for a sailor named Tom, and he had disappeared from my life without explanation. I had lost my Grandpa T. to cancer shortly after I graduated from high school. I went to work at a local motel, only to be sexually harassed. I continued to date, but not on a serious level.
I really wanted to learn to drive. I had missed out on drivers education because of moving, and my Mother didn't drive, so she couldn't teach me. Bob was working most of the time, so he never had time to teach me to drive. Besides, Bob was a terrible driver, and not the person to teach one to drive.
There was a local boy who was trying to get me to go out with him. I wasn't really interested, but he was insistent, and was always trying to get me to agree to date him. Finally, he made an offer I couldn't refuse. He offered to teach me to drive.
He picked me up in his Chevy and told me he was going to take me to Shelby Forest, so I could be where there weren't a lot of cars. I naively agreed. As we drove toward the forest, he pulled over and stopped in a roadside tavern. He insisted we go inside and "loosen up a bit" before actually going to the forest. He had several drinks as I sipped a Coca-Cola. He wanted me to have a drink, but I reminded him I was only eighteen, and twenty-one was the legal drinking age. So after a while he bought a small bottle of sloe gin and poured some into my Coca-Cola.
I really wasn't interested in drinking, I just wanted to learn to drive. But I drank the glass of the sloe gin-Coke concoction. He wanted me to drink more but I was anxious to get going. I finally convinced him that we needed to leave by agreeing to have another drink later.
We drove towards the forest, moving at a quick speed at first. After we got into the forest, away from civilization, he slowed down his car. Suddenly, the car just stopped and turned off.
"What happened"? I asked.
"I don't know, something is wrong with the car", was his answer. He tinkered with the steering wheel and the controls on the car. Nothing happened. He got out of the car, lifted the hood and fiddled with the engine. Finally, he climbed back into the drivers seat. He attempted to start the car again. Nothing happened.
"Looks like we're stuck out here", he said. My reaction was to get out of the car and start walking.
"Where do you think you're going"? he called to me as I began walking in the direction from which we had come.
"I'm going home", was my reply.
"We're miles from anything. You can't walk home. Get back into the car", he ordered. After bickering for several minutes, I acquiesced, and got back into the car. He climbed back into the drivers seat. A few words were said, and then he pounced on me. He was trying to have sex with me.
I resisted and told him "No". My resistance just excited him more. I tried to fight him off. I tried keeping my legs tight together and attempted to move so that he couldn't get at me. For every move I made, he made a counter move. Finally, he grabbed me by the neck and began choking me. I thought I was going to die.
I had always been fanatic about my finger nails. I had very long nails that were always polished and groomed. I tried digging my nails into his skin. He was able to push my arm away. I suddenly remembered that I always carried manicure scissors with me, and as he attempted to enter me and choked me with his hands, I reached into my purse and felt for my scissors. I found them, grabbed a hold of them, raised them and stabbed him in the back. Just then he had an orgasm against my upper thighs. He let go of my neck.