When I was 16 and in drivers ed I had to take driving lessons to get my permit. My mom signed me up with a driving school where the instructor would come pick me up and we would do driving lessons a few times per week.
The instructor was always the same guy, some older man, maybe in his 40s, with a European accent that sounded Russian to me. He would take me on local roads, and then on the interstate so I could practice highway driving. I was a teenager and did not know the roads, I just turned where he told me to turn and went where he told me to go. After a few lessons he started directing me to a rest stop on the highway. He would just say "turn right here, ok now park, ok come on we're going in" and I listened because he was my teacher. The first time it was cool because he offered to buy me ice cream inside and hey, I'm 16, driving, and getting free ice cream!
As these lessons went on it started getting really weird and uncomfortable. It started with little things like resting his hand on the headrest of my seat. A little close for comfort but whatever, it's his car.
As it went on he started kind of touching my back, casually as if he slipped off the headrest or something and then just kept his hand there. I was weirded out but didn't say anything for some stupid reason. We kept going to the same rest stop on the highway, and he kept buying me ice cream every time. I started trying to refuse, making excuses like I really had a lot of homework and had to go home but he would always direct me back to that fucking rest stop. He would buy ice cream from the food court, we would sit at one of the tables, and he would make really weird conversation that was a little too personal. Like asking me about boyfriends and such, and telling me personal things about his wife.
One day it was the same thing, he directed me to drive to the rest stop, park, and go in but on the way in he groped me from behind. I remember feeling really scared because I was alone with this man and I still had to drive home with him alone. I felt so helpless and confused. I didnt know the way home on my own, he always had to give me directions. This was back in 2005 before smartphones with GPS, I was at his mercy.
I remember coming up with reasons to leave like my mom will be mad if I dont finish my homework. He brushed it off like "it's ok I'll talk to her, you won't get in trouble." We sat there, I remember feeling sick but forcing myself to eat the ice cream because I just wanted to get it over with and leave. Looking back on it now, he was fucking sick. He must have known how scared I looked quietly just scarfing down this ice cream. But it was like he knew and enjoyed making me uncomfortable. I kept saying how I had to go home please it's getting late, and he would either brush it off or ignore me, eating his ice cream really fucking slow. It felt to me like we sat there for a very long time, I don't know how long it actually was. When he finished he handed me a folded piece of paper and when I opened it, it was a picture of some bizarre inappropriate book cover that said 'Sex is Not a Sin'. I didnt know what to do, I tried to play it off dumb like "oh I've never seen this book."
We went back to his car, I honestly don't remember much about driving back except he had his hand on my leg and I just kept thinking how bad I wanted to go home. The one thing that sticks out to me is that we got pulled over on the highway on the way back. The car didn't have any student driver markings (another thing I always thought was weird) and a cop pulled me over and said that someone had called the police station to report that I was swerving around a lot on the highway. He joked around with the cop that I was a student driver, showed my learner's permit, and all was okay and the cop let us go. Thank fucking god after that he actually directed me back home, and when my mom got home from work I showed her the paper he gave me. I never told her about the other stuff. She was furious enough and called the driving school and I never saw that guy again. She signed me up with a totally different company and I finished my lessons with a very strict Asian lady, which was fine with me. I don't know what would have happened if I spent another lesson with this guy, or if the cop hadn't pulled us over.