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7 Spiked drinks
We had our hostel for fifteen years and, during that time, several of our female
guests fell victim to spiked drinks. I can think of five cases but there could have
been more. The so-called rape-drug was used on each occasion.
I'm not talking about an aphrodisiac. The girls weren't plied with dri nks to break
down their inhibitions and make them feel sexy. They were given a drug that rendered
them senseless. Worse still, they were so confused that it was impossible for them to
work out exactly what had happened. All they knew was that they had been violated
and could only guess who had done it. To avoid such a thing happening to you
remember the three golden rules:
* Don't accept drinks from people you can't trust.
* Don't leave your glass unattended.
* Avoid getting drunk.
And remember that you can be handed a spiked drink anywhere ... not just in bars.
I know one young lady who fell victim to spiking at the office party of a leading
international company. The incident occurred in Sydney but could have happened
anywhere. Her drink was spiked by colleagues. They were out to humiliate her and
succeeded. The problem was to discover exactly what had happened and gather
proof. There was a lot of circumstantial evidence but nothing that couldn't be denied.
The case would make a good background plot for a novel. Maybe I'll have a go at it
one day.
This brings me back to the point I made earlier. Victims are always befuddled. So,
if you suspect someone is the victim of a spiked drink, take care of them and make
sure the police are called. Bar staff are often reluctant to do this so you may have to
do it yourself. Insist on a full medical examination and do your best to see that blood
and urine samples are taken before any drugs are discharged from the body.
Girls are particularly vulnerable but guys are not immune. Shortly before we sold
our hostel there was a strange incident that took several days to unravel. I was woken
in the early hours of the morning by yelling and screaming from one of the private
rooms. I pulled on a pair of shorts and went to see what was happening.
As I left my house, three figures emerged from the main hostel building and ran into
the street. I figured they were part of the disturbance but had no time to investigate .
The yelling was still going on and something had to be done about it.
I entered the hostel and was pleased to see my friend Sean in the corridor . He
worked as a geologist's assistant and stayed with us when on leave . Sean was