Most Days, Union Negotiations Don't End With Assault And Battery Charges. But I Will Not Forget One That Did: May 2, 2006. Instead Of Winding Up The Day As Usual, Writing Follow-up Notes For Whenever We Next Sat Down Across The Negotiations Table From The Hospital Management And Their Hired Guns, I Was Writing A Statement For The Police About Being Assaulted By An Infamous Professional Union Buster; His Sidekick, A Convicted International Gunrunner; And Seven Private Security Guards. I Had Been Corralled By These Men Toward An Elevator In Desert Spring Hospital In Las Vegas. It Wasn't Until I Entered It And They Piled In Behind Me That I Realized I Needed To Get Out Of The Elevator As Quickly As Possible. But They Wouldn't Allow It. I Was Positioned At The Corner In Front Of The Elevator's Controls Because I Had Hit The Ground-floor Button Even Before They Entered. Once I Realized They Were All Getting Into The Elevator Too, Flight-or-fight Panic Gripped Me, And As The Doors Began To Shut, I Reached My Arm Out To Stop The Doors From Closing. But Brent Yessin, The Chief Union Buster, Smacked My Arm Down And Turned To Pin Me Against The Wall. I Was Lifting Weights In Those Days, So I Was Strong Enough That He Had To Grab Hard And Yank To Lower My Arm, Bruising Me And Stopping Me From Moving; That Is Technically What Constitutes Assault And Battery In Police Report Lingo. As I Later Testified In Legal Proceedings, The Worst Wasn't The Hit To The Arm. What Left Me Shaking For Months Was An Even More Malicious, Insidious Act: Pressing His Body, With An Erect Penis, Into My Body And Holding Me There Until The Doors Opened. That Elevator Ride Under Him May Have Been A Minute. It Felt Like Hours-- Provided By Publisher.