At Dinner with the Pig by Sarah

At Dinner with the Pig by Sarah

I spent an exchange year at the Swedish School in Paris and stayed with a host family. I was 17 years old, my French at that point was inexistent and I spent most dinners talking with the father in the family, a man in his late 50’s who worked as the CEO of a an American company based in Paris. He was always very friendly with me. One day he entered my room as I was getting undressed to hand me the phone. After that night he started touching me inappropriately sexually, letting his hand lay on my thigh etc. It took me a while to admit to myself what was going on and I felt so horrible about it and asked myself whether I had somehow caused it. I spent more and more time at friends houses in order to avoid being alone with him. One morning when I came home I realized that he was the only one at the house and I quickly went downstairs to the kitchen to try to leave as soon as I could, unfortunately he heard me and came out from his office. He started talking to me and went up to hug me from behind and started kissing my neck and the side of my face. I froze for a couple of seconds in shock and fear, and tried to free myself but he held me really hard and pressed his crotch against