Some time around 1994, I was watching Inside Ed.ition and they were referencing a case, an early one to use DNA.
I began screaming and crying hysterically, which really freaked out my husband.
The case they referenced was of someone who'd gone to college with us. He and I'd gone out (we saw Hall & Oates!) and kissed once, but we were immersed in a racially tense Southern campus, so that's as far as it went, sort of a strong mutual admiration. Then he went off to play pro sports and didn't finish college. He and I had been great friends, him the consummate gentleman, so humble, polite, and kind. And gorgeous. Really. Very.
Not a serial rapist. Not when I knew him. I couldn't have imagined it of him.
Ex decided to research it for me, as I was crushed - and he was highly suspicious about the relationship in question, as he had a real thing about crossing racial lines. Through Le.xus/Nex.us, ex obtained several news articles which explained the situation, his otherwise upstanding life, and various rapes.
Seems my friend was always the consummate gentleman, as that was his rapist MO, too.
Two nights ago, I was reading online at my hometown newspaper. It mentioned the Police Chief and, although I didn't scream and cry hysterically this time, I wanted to.
The Chief is an old neighbor of mine, lived across the street and down two. He's maybe three years older than me and I was something like 13 or 14 then; we only lived in that house for two years. For a time, I went over to his house to vacuum, with his Southern, genteel mother paying me a quarter or so. He had a little sister who was adopted and would waltz around the yard with a banner across her chest, proclaiming herself to be Misssss Adopteddddd Americaaaaa. Although she was half my age, I liked her gumption.
Now the brother's gumption...not so good and rather misguided. As I walked home probably after midnight from babysitting down the street, out of the blue and with no prior indication of anything, Future Chief grabbed me from behind a large bush, mauled me, trying to kiss me and essentially proclaiming "you know you want it" before such a phrase existed. Although he griped my wrists, I tore, twisted, got away and ran home. Generally I didn't share my travails with my parents, but I did with this because they saw me frazzled as I came in the door. I don't know if they ever confronted him or his parents - kind of doubt it knowing them. We moved across town the following summer, so I kind of forgot about the pathetic guy until now. And he's the chief of law enforcement for the county.
One's a serial rapist, one's a Police Chief.
You just never know.