We sat down when suddenly Zane appeared and asked if he could tag along with our group. After one drink, my friends then decided they wanted to go for 'happy hour' to the bar across the road, so off we went. I met them briefly then returned to my group. He explained that he and his fellow students had just completed their Personal Training Course and were out celebrating. It was Zane – what a coincidence, I thought to myself. We met my friend in the arranged pub, and went to the bar to get a drink when I heard a familiar voice behind me say my name. Call it a cruel twist of fate, but if we had not changed from our usual location for drinks, what was about to unfold may never have happened… On this occasion, I'd arranged to meet an old colleague so we all headed to Covent Garden instead of our usual spot. I was working for a barrister's chambers at the time, and my colleagues and I would go for drinks every Friday evening after work. He was a good-looking guy (and well aware of it) but not my type – I just enjoined being able to train with someone who was as enthusiastic as me. We went to the same gym, and both being fitness fanatics, we saw each other practically every day.

I had known Zane* for a few years prior to my ordeal. The statistics are true when they state that a high number of rape victims know their rapist.