Anonymous tipster “Jessica” writes in:
My family went on a trip to Disney World a few years ago. I was 19 at the time, so it was an unexpected treat to be able to drink at the swim-up bar at the hotel. (who brings id when they are only wearing a bathing suit?). My brother and I were drinking with two other girls, also Canadians, and a guy from Boston. My brother went back to the hotel room after the nighttime security guard (a twenty something guy with a ponytail) showed up, around 130am to say it was time to quiet down— or to move to one of the suites which he could open for us and in which we could continue to party, only with our own booze.
After several more drinks, I wound up making out with the security guard, who called himself John. One of the other two girls was making out with the guy from Boston, and each couple ended up in a room of the suite. After a really bad make out session, I asked if he had a condom and decided to let him put it in. His penis was curved, and somehow I wound up being cut down there. Clearly, with all the blood heading in that direction I wound up bleeding heavily, although he didn’t think it was a big deal.
After making him stop, and having a long shower in master bathroom, I ducked out of the room and didn’t see any of them again until we left after a few days.