"Linda. She's been attacked. Raped. She is in the hospital. Her boyfriend – you know, Antonio? He got stabbed. He's also in the hospital."Instead of...feeling hot, I was now chilled in the normally comfortable air of the school hallway. "How is she? Is she going to be all right? Do you know if Antonio is..." Physically, she will recover, I think. I talked to her on the phone. They are keeping her for a couple of days because of some stitches and a knock on her head, but she says she will recover. Though I had never even dated a black man before, and I was well aware of what his actual intentions were, I said yes, and told him I'd meet him outside of the team's locker room after the game. At the game, I watched as he did his pre-game warm ups. As I admired him as he did his wind sprints and stretches, I couldn't help but start getting wet just from thinking about the feelings he had evoked during the math test.Following the game, I went to the locker room and, after seeing every other. "By this point, if you do nothing it constitutes an invitation -- wouldn't you agree?" I smiled into her eyes."Uhhh..." I was getting the full 'deer in the headlights' look, at this point, so I went on. "Basically, the next thing I'd expect if we got this far is that you would scrunch down a bit and open your thighs." She actually made to do it, then stopped herself. Before she could turn a glare on me, I nonchalantly removed my hand, which provided just the right amount of confusion. "As I. “We can talk then.”Duane said nothing on the ride home, but his lips were set in a straight line. I could see that he was furious. Once we were in our apartment, I put my arms around him, but he pushed me away.“Who are you?” he asked. “You turned into a totally different person, someone I don’t like at all. Even your voice changed.”“I don’t know what you mean.”“Did I even exist for you? You were dealing with that mugger like I wasn’t even there!”“He had a gun, Duane. You didn’t.”“This isn’t the.