Ambedkar Balasubramaniam  Meganathan

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Not that I was seeking confessions, but Kailash was only too happy to tell me everything I asked and more in our last conversation where the sexual questions kicked in, as I battled goose bumps and revulsion. He could’ve gone on; it was I who had to stop. He was getting increasingly aroused, making masturbatory gestures and touching himself openly; and asking me sexual questions in turn. We were alone in my hotel room, as Amit had abandoned me for an emergency. Though I kept making excuses—he’s just around the corner, someone is expecting me, “More chai from room service?”—and had pepper spray ...more
Why Men Rape: An Indian Undercover Investigation
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