[I]n Zimbabwe, a trio of women in their 20s are being charged for sex attacks of 17 men. When their car was involved in an accident on Friday, police found the women — Rosemary Chakwizira, 24, Sophie Nhokwara, 26, and her sister, Netsai Nhokwara, 24 — had a stash of 33 condoms containing semen.
It seems the women had been targeting male hitchhikers over the past two years, either giving them a drink with a tranquilizer or raping them at gunpoint……And 17 men have come forward to positively identify the three women as having raped them, so it’s not just like one or two guys are telling some cockamamie story. — thestir
I never got to do a lot of hitchhiking, and when I did it was largely restricted to within city limits, maybe the near suburbs, of the City of Bodily Harm. The single most exciting thing that ever happened to me is once some underage kid (like myself at the time) offered me a beer.
Many a time I fantasized about getting picked up by hot nymphomaniacs. Blondes, with giant hooters and places to go and lots of time on their hands. Yeah! Except, No. Never.
I keep hearing about the horrors of this sort of thing, and how young males become basket cases, scarred for life, ruined mentally and physically. Sorry, I just don’t get it. I remember sitting in a stinking junior high classroom, hormones raging out of control, fervently wishing that somebody, anybody even marginally female would come along and take full advantage of me. A teacher, somebody’s mom, one of the less-pimply skanks physically separated by one aisle, but realistically as far away as a Playboy pin-up.
Nope. Never happened.
I don’t know what this coven of Zimbabweans had in mind with their reservoir of splooge. Certainly nothing good. But I admire their industriousness and applaud their service. It’s got me thinking about hitchhiking again.