From Diana Harts infamous book "Under the Mat".
CHAPTER 25 - DRUGGING AND RAPE
Florida is where Davey starting drugging and raping me. Davey told me a Florida wrestler named Duke "The Dumpster" Droesse figured out how to make GHB liquid. The recipe is easy to obtain now, but in those days it was just coming into vogue. Gamma hydroxbutrate is sometimes used by bodybuilders instead of steroids. It's reputed to stimulate human growth hormone. Its most noticeable effect is euphoria but when mixed with alcohol it renders people unconscious. It's extremely dangerous and can lead to coma or death. Colorless, clear, tasteless and odorless, just like Rohypnol or flunitrazepam, it often causes amnesia during the periods it's taken.
Duke introduced it to Davey who told him it was really good for getting to sleep and the beauty of it was it increased your metabolic rate so it burned fat while you slept. Davey began giving it to me without my knowledge. Since then, there have been many incidences reported in the press about perverts using this drug to rape their dates. At the time all I knew was that unusual things were happening to me. I developed really bad hemorrhoids and woke up with my posterior burning and sore. I felt something had happened to me during the night, but couldn't understand what. I thought maybe I was losing my mind. Part of being married is being able to trust the person you are married to. I never dreamed Davey was slipping me this drug in my nightly glass of orange juice in order to violate me. It just never even occurred to me.I shared my symptoms with my sister Ellie. Without batting an eye she sighed, Yeah Jim used to do the same thing to me."What!" I swallowed. What do you mean? "He'd give me GHB before bed. He told me it was really great for losing weight. And it was. But it knocked me out and he would take advantage of me while I slept. That way he didn't have to please me and he could do whatever he wanted without any resistance."I bit my lip. After taking the orange juice Davey gives me at night, I'll wake up in my bed and not remember how I got there. Davey tells me not to worry. He says, "I took care of you."
I covered my face in my hands. And sometimes he'll say, You were really cute last night." And I'll ask him, What do you mean?" He'll answer, Oh, you were really cute, you looked really pretty last night," almost as if we'd had incredible sex or something. But I have no idea what the heck he's talking about."I didn't tell Ellie about how puzzled I had been over finding my housecoat belts tied to the top of our four-poster bed.Davey was insatiable. Sometimes he'd want sex ten times a day or three or four times in a row. I took it as a compliment, but he was a big guy and fairly aggressive and not very willing to do things that pleased me. Oral sex was rare and unfulfilling because he rushed through it. His idea of foreplay was saying, Geez you've got great legs, bend over." That was it. He always wanted anal sex, which I found too painful to endure.Finally, I started to figure things out. To substantiate my theory I decided not to drink my orange juice one night. Instead I surreptitiously poured it down the sink. Davey watched me like a hawk all night with a puzzled look as if to say, "Hmm, what's happening here?" After a couple of hours he brought me another glass of orange juice. I pretended to be grateful for his attentiveness, but when he turned his back I got rid of that one too.I still had to be careful because he would slip it into my coffee or pretty well anything I was drinking. He was at the point where the only way he wanted to be with me was if I were unconscious. I guess in a really weird up way, I felt flattered that he desired me. I rationalized that he still loved me. What a screwed up relationship.
Have any of you wrestling fans read this book?
