A woman I didn’t know stumbled in. Before I could react, she screamed, “Help! He’s trying to rape me!” Then she began tearing at her own dress and ripping her stockings, exposing her fair thighs.
The shock sobered me instantly. Before I could respond, Linda barged in with several colleagues and pinned me down. Chaos erupted.
Someone called the police immediately. By the time the officers arrived, my father appeared —at last, standing beside them, his face full of feigned sorrow.
“This is my fault, Officer. I have failed as a father,” he said gravely.
“I never thought he’d do something like this. Please handle it according to the law. I won’t interfere. If he is proven guilty, punish him to the full extent of the law. Our family will not protect a criminal.”
Linda pointed at me, wailing, “He’s always been pervert, Officer! He used to peek on our maids in the shower when he was a boy! I never dared say anything before, but now… just thinking about it now gives me chills!”
Leroy quickly added, “Yeah, he stole their stockings too! I’ve seen it more than once! And… his computer’s full of blue films and their sites!”