How a T-SHIRT caught MY RAPIST
See you later,’ my boyfriend Tom* said, kissing me on the cheek.
‘Have a good one,’ I smiled.
It was 1987, and aged 16, I’d recently got a place with Tom in Kalgoorlie, WA.
Tom was working night shifts so it meant I’d be home alone.
After doing some ironing, I got into bed and drifted off to sleep. But waking in the middle of the night, I saw that Tom was already home and sleeping next to me.
I wondered.
