A man traveled 60 miles by train to meet me. We’d agreed to spend the whole day at the seaside together. I met him off the train and took an instant dislike to him. We walked along the road together until we reached a public toilet and he wanted to go into the gents. I was “supposed” to be waiting outside, but as soon as he went in, I ran as fast as I could, went round a couple of corners then hid inside a furniture shop. After pretending to browse for half an hour, I crept out, checked the coast was clear and walked home.
My conscience kicked in later that afternoon and I found myself brooding about my cruel actions and wondering how long he waited or looked for me before he realized what I’d done and caught the train home. I am ashamed of what I did and I would never do such a horrible thing again.