Gotta love the #me too# movement. 2 girls get annihilated at a bar, meet Cephus, go home with him to his apartment, and have a threesome.
Afterwards, the one regrets it so bad she goes to the hospital where she claims rape and requests a SART exam, then calls the other one and convinces her she was raped too, even though the other one didn’t remember having sex.
Here’s what the accuser tells police: The 2 girls were wasted and went home with him, and “somehow” all 3 got naked. Here’s the rape part:
”I was shocked because I have no memory of it,” she told police. “I was grossed out. We don’t know this guy. I was so very confused. I was thinking how could this happen? I know I would never consent to have sex with someone I didn’t know.”
This is called “rape” now. Most of us remember it being called “shame” and “regret.”
Wonderful. Thanks honey. I mean, what’s a man’s life, freedom, reputation and career compared to your regret, right?