She stood up trembling, unconsciously for the first time I touched her directly holding her arm I asked her to sit.She was very nervous, could not spe...k as every word was broken just as stammering and she was breathing hard.I too was confused as I was thinking of the consequences I would have to face to report the matter.Again I asked her who raped her, in between sobs she just managed to say, she pushed the guy and when she yelled and cried loudly he just went off.Seeing that she is confused I. There would be art everywhere, some of it his own, some of it a collection of his favourite works. He lived in a newly built semi with a red brick driveway and Ikea blinds at the windows. Andrea and I followed him inside. He led us straight through the lounge to a white tiled conservatory where more Ikea adorned the mock French windows. The room was sparsely furnished with wicker bits and pieces, a large cream rug on the floor and an easel, which occupied one corner. "This is where I paint," he. "What do my beliefs have to do with it?! I'm just not a fucking slut!" She then had started annoying me, "What the hell is your problem? I'm trying to help. I'm sorry you got broken up with, but you don't need to get mad at me." She followed my reply with, "What? You're being such an asshole about this. You men.. Just because we women don't want to drain your balls doesn't mean we're disposable." Now we had rolled up to her dorm, so she opened the door. "Fuck you, and all the rest of you men!". "OK, here's what I want you to do. I want you to talk to any man who approaches you. I want you to flirt with them and anytime a man buys you a drink you will undo one of the buttons on your coat. Is that clear?" I asked."Oh Bob, yes it is clear." When you get down to six buttons you are to reach inside your pocket and start slowly rubbing your clit. When you are down to three buttons you will call me back. You will let the men do anything they want but you will not leave your seat at the bar.