Chapter 72

Jolene looked at me for a while, apparently deciding if she wanted to discuss whatever it was with me.

Making a decision, she said. "I was raped when I was twenty-six. The rat prick bastard didn't get convicted because he made me cum. The jury believed him when he said I wanted it because I climaxed. Sure, he made me cum, but it didn't mean I wouldn't have ripped his balls off when he was finished if I could have. I didn't want to be raped, but he wanted to make me cum, so he did. Worse yet, my boyfriend is at the trial and hears how I orgasmed as this pond scum raped me and decided I was a fucking slut who was asking to be raped, so he dumped me. The whole experience soured me on the justice system when it comes to sex crimes."

"What happened to the guy who raped you? Has he hurt anyone else since?" I asked.

Jolene smiled at me. "I heard he drowned in a boating accident. Couldn't have happened to a nicer guy. The s