"When I was thirteen I was raped by the Paper Bag Rapist. I was with my younger cousin at the time, and neither one of us ever saw him--he used a paper bag to cover his own head or those of his victims. Not that we would have seen him anyway; a gun was held to the backs of our heads and if we turned around he'd kill us. He only had one bullet left, he said, so he'd have to chop up my cousin while I watched, then shoot me. By the time the attack was...