Me too Though once it was totally my fault, so I'm not sure it counts. When I was in high school, me and some locals from town would camp out and party on the river that ran through my dad's property. Most of us were in our late teens-early 20s, but someone seemed to always invite some 35-40 year old guy, which, at first, wasn't creepy to me in the least. Not until some 40 year old perv was trying to convince me to show him my boobs. I was like 17 at the time. And it wasn't an off-color joke. He crawled into my tent, cornered me, and told me to take off my top. I was really freaked out and uncomfortable. Ended up sprinting home across the fields, and locking every door and window in the house before going to bed. But I never mentioned it to my dad. I've never mentioned it at all, ever, until just now. Second time, I was in college and still unsure in my sexuality, and went out with a guy and was dumb enough to invite him to my room. Of he course he took that to mean I wanted to sleep with him. When I was less than enthusiastic at that notion, he kept whining and begging and grabbing and groping me. He tried for 20 minutes to fuck me, and then I realized that if I had just given him what he wanted, it would have been over and done with and he would have been gone by now. So I gave him what he wanted...not because I wanted it too, but because it was the only thing I could think of to actually get out of the situation.