Rape comes in different flavors. The one I'm describing is NOT the violent confrontational type. The kind I'm talking about is the one where you go out with a couple of friends, and you meet some of their friends who seem cool enough. After lots of drinking the night just feels naturally fun, until you start feeling funny over that last salty shot you had. It's not the "that tequila seemed bad" bad, but "I feel like I'm leaving my body" bad. You wake up in the back seat of your car with your pants and boxer briefs crumpled up behind the passenger seat. You reach back and there's dry crusted blood and semen all over your ass cheeks and legs... and that's when you realize... you spent the night with Steve Jobs.
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