
Key point of interest here: it was in. his. own. room. No one decides to rape a housekeeper in a hotel on a whim (particularly in the room that you bought and paid for). Talk about being charged for incidentals. So, did he raid the minibar and decide that having spent so much money in his room he should get some complimentary pussy? Where do they do that at (no, really. so I can mapquest it)? Only an individual drunk on power or the sweet nectar of insanity would be capable to conjure up such a scenario, or maybe she’s lying. Or, maybe he’s done this before and believed that once he told her exactly who he was and what he could do (or pay) that she would clam up.
Me and one of my monster friends upon hearing of the situation instantly knew how that conversation went. It sounded something like this:
DSK: Bitch, do you know who I am?
DSK: Bitch, I bring entire nations to their knees! What makes your knees so special?
DSK: With the stroke of my pen I make or break economies for cities, regions, nations, entire CONTINENTS! So how could my stroke not be good enough for you?
Notice how in our scenario, she didn’t say anything. That’s the point. He never heard her say anything (such as, “no”, “stop”, “fuck you, I’m going to the police” (allegedly). Again, is it surprising that married men are the most monstrous of all? Ha. Don't answer that.
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