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When I was 14 (I’m 16 now), I was taking a photo of something a bit cool and arty just round the corner from my house, when all of a sudden, this middle-aged drunk or possibly high man starts chatting me up. I tried ignoring him, but he was very persistent. He asked me lots of questions like what school I went to, and my name. I’m terrible at lying, but I tried my best. I told him my name was Amy, as that was the first name that popped into my head. I was sort of hoping someone would walk past, nobody did but there were people across the road, who didn’t seem to notice. He then asked if I wanted to go out with him, I told him no but he kept on asking. Eventually, I told him the reason I didn’t want to go out with him was because I was a lesbian, as I panicked and thought that would make him stop, in hindsight probably a bad move. I told him I had to go and he persisted that he would walk me there, while I kept telling him no. He said he’d walk with me a bit of the way, I ignored him and walked as quickly, not looking behind me. He was following me asking if I’d eaten pussy, and how I knew if I was a lesbian if I’d never tasted dick. He then said something like “would you rather eat pussy than this” (or something like that) and I’m pretty sure he pulled his dick out, but I only turned my head slightly in a flash. I walked faster and by now he wasn’t following me, and when I got behind a wall (with my home in sight), I checked he wasn’t there and just stood trembling, taking in what had happened, then I started crying. When I had calmed myself down a bit I walked up the street to my house and acted as if nothing had happened and I’ve never told anyone, but when I got to my room I freaked out again.