I was on my way home from work one night, and it was one of those hot evenings where the traffic was at a standstill, and as I walked down the road, and the cars crawled next to me, some guys started shouting out of their car windows about my legs, about the things that they'd like to do to me.
Uma noite, regressava a casa, era uma daquelas noites quentes em que o tráfego estava encrencado. Enquanto eu descia a rua, e os carros se arrastavam ao meu lado, uns tipos começaram a gritar, do seu carro, sobre as minhas pernas, sobre as coisas que gostariam de me fazer.