Emily had just begun the long escalator ride down to the metro station platform when somebody grabbed her ass. She had been riding the metro on that Thursday evening wearing a shimmery dress and very high, very expensive Louboutin heels because she was meeting her boyfriend at his mid-week company party, which promised to be a ritzy affair. Admittedly, she wasn’t that excited about the party, but she loved her sparkly dress and was motivated by any opportunity to wear it. The dress was modest in cut, and yet it hugged her butt perfectly as the fabric narrowed ever so slightly over her hips to just below her knees. Her shoes were too high to be comfortable. She had paced back and forth across her apartment talking herself into-and-out-of wearing them before committing. Truthfully — she regretted her decision before she had even made it to the metro. In retrospect, she wasn’t sure if it was the force of the grab or the shock of it that caused her to fall. As she lost h...