N and I are passing through the study lounge; it’s about 8.00 PM when we pass through, and the lights are turned off. Big empty dark room at night? It’s freaky.
N sucks in her breath. “Shiieeet, Babe. This place is so scary.”
I shrug. “What’s there to be scared about?”
She looks at me straight in the eye. “You might get raped.”
I roar out loud with laughter. “N!” I say in between giddy gasps, “Who wants to rape you?”
She shakes her head ‘no.’ “It’s not me I’m worried about,” she says, totally serious. “I’m scared that I might rape someone.”
Posted on January 31st, 2006 by Antiguit
