turned and in a daze followed her out of the room. In the living room, I paused and looked at Marie, sitting in front of the TV. She turned and glared at me, and I walked out of the room silently. As I opened the door to the cab, I heard Joanne's voice say "Thursday night. 8:30. Don't be late." She walked back in the house. The nerve of that bitch I thought, unconsciously placing my hand over my bandaged shoulder, wincing at the pain. "Hey buddy, let's go! I don't have all rape pics night." Of all the cab driver's in Northern Virginia, and I have to get one that speaks English. As I walked into my house, my roommate looked at me and muttered "Christ! What the fuck happened to rape tgp you?" I just shook my head and walked back to my room, completely humiliated and collapsed on my bed nearly in tears. The weekend passed. It's Thursday night at 6:00. D