“Have you ever hurt a woman?” Really! “Well, I would like to believe that I have wounded some of their hearts…” then with a tell-tale wink and a cheeky smile I added, “…and hurt at least some of them to their liking.” She had the nerves to look annoyed! She rephrased the question, “Have you ever, intentionally, physically hurt a woman in a way that caused her distress or physical injury?” “No” “A child?” “No” “An old person?” “No” I was astonished by my self-control. “Have you ever sexually assaulted a woman…” “I believe, I have already answered this question…” unable to control anymore I cut in. “...or became an enabler in it or, helped someone to get away with it, willingly or unknowingly?” “No” “A child?” She had no idea how much danger she was in, at that moment, “No” She gave the impression that her interrogation was over, but I was just getting started. “That’s it?” I asked. She looked confused. “So it’s alright for me to assault people unless they are women, children or aged men?” At least she had the decency to look ashamed. “Just because I said that I did not, can you be sure that I actually never did?” What makes you think that a master deceiver like me would be honest with you? “What if I had killed a hundred men, savaged women double that number, brutally mistreated an innumerable number of children and yet lied to you at your face?...Can you be sure that I am not shuffling through ways of torturing you in my mind, right at this moment…and that once I am done searching I would not turn your life into a living hell?” I could not recollect when I crossed the distance and towered over her. “Yes,” she replied.