EIGHTEEN

Is It or Is It Not?

Samantha grabbed her hands from across the table. “Girl, that’s rape. That’s sexual assault. You have to report this.”

Lolita shook her head and tried to take her hand back. “I consented to it. I Said ‘Yes’ to him. I can’t report it and even if I wanted to, he’s going to use that against me.”

“You agreed under duress. You felt threatened by his actions and wanted to save yourself first. I mean, think about it. He cut both of your wrists!”

“A blood covenant, he said.”

“That’s bullshit. Nobody does things like that anymore. I’m not sure people even did. That’s consent under duress! Come, we have to report it.”

Samantha was about standing up when Lolita pulled her down. “He drove me here, Samantha, and he’s waiting for me outside, I can’t follow you to a station.”

Samantha’s eyes widened. “What?”

“Yeah. I’m not sure I even want to do this. It’s not that serious.”

“You feel pain in your ass and now he’s stalking you?!”

Lolita’s face reddened. “We’re in a public space!