MY BODY MY RULES, Ask. Listen. RESPECT.

One day in early spring 24 years ago I was walking from my student housing to class on BYUcampus in Provo, Utah, when a boy (a man really, he was at least 21 because he’d served an LDS mission) came out of his house and asked if he could walk with me.I knew him. I’d dated his roommate briefly the year before. He’d always been pleasant, and we were going to the same place. How nice to have company.“I just have to grab my backpack,” he said. “Come inside for a second.”I didn’t think twice about