I've already been compromised. It happened many years ago -- many, many, many years ago -- at what was supposed to be a simple Autumn hayride. Hot cider, homemade doughnuts and crullers, and a bevy of cheerleaders who...compromised me. Oh, I fought as long as I could but it was ten to one and, attending an all-boys high school as I did, I was taught to always be a gentleman. It was a terrible experience, but with fortitude, religious convictions, and therapy that continues to this very day I have survived.