I didn't talk to her about it." But you heard rumors," Bryant pressed."Yeah," the girl confessed. "That's what everyone was saying. She was hanging ou... with people and one of them roofied her. At least that's what everyone said." Did the police arrest anyone?" Bryant asked."She didn't go to the cops," the girl told him. "Her dad is a preacher. If he found out she had lied to him and went out to a party, she would have been grounded forever."Bryant frowned but nodded his head. The stigma. "Busted," she whispered."Sorry," I said, my face flushing. "Not much else to do on this bus but look around." I'm kind of cold," she whispered, apparently unbothered by what I'd been doing. "Is there a blanket anywhere?"I looked up the aisle; there was a small stack of them on one seat, unused. I got up and grabbed one quickly, and handed it to her.She unfolded it and started to pull it over herself, then offered one corner of it to me. "If you're cold too," she said."Yeah, a little, I guess,". She had gone from being a suicidal victim to being their nymphomaniac pet. There were so many things that she hated about this situation: she wished she could be given time to heal, she wished she could have some real food and water, she wished she could tell her family she wasn’t dead (even if she didn’t think she would ever be able to face them if she lived), and wished she could at least sleep in something more comfortable than a bed of semen-coated sticks.But while there were all of those. “Stunning. Come on, let’s move.”She climbed on my bike with her two legs on each side and she put her one hand on my shoulder. We reached our destination in 30 minutes or so and our team members were waiting for us to join.We then entered the bar and our friends ordered some liquor. I had a beer and was going on with my second. Anu ordered Vodka and she was taking a sip. We were chatting and having fun by asking silly questions to each other. Our team members started to dance for the DJ but I.