”“But being careful isn’t always enough, look at you and her.”“What? ... What do you mean?” I sat up in bed.“Sweetie, I saw you two on t...e sofa that night...” My eyes widened, “having sex.” My heart stopped.“You saw us?” I could barely speak.“Yes, and I thought you saw me too?”“I did! But you never said anything to us!”“I didn’t see the need. It was obviously consensual. And I figured bringing it up would just cause embarrassment and make things uncomfortable. But now that you and I are having. I haven't heard a thing," Dr. Abrams said, "and I think I would have. Did the victim come to the rape center for counseling? He should have. I would like to meet this victim. I'm not sure I believe he was truly raped."Warren got a little angry. "And that's the reason he didn't go to the rape center, because it's full of people like you who don't believe this could ever happen to a guy. He had private counseling with a therapist he trusts. And if you want to meet him, he's talking to you right. He splashed some water on his eyes. That woke him up a little, although he was feeling a little dizzy from lack of sleep.“Who brought donuts?”“He did.”“I need three.”“There’s only one left.”“I’ll take it.”“I don’t know. We should have you taken to the hospital to get checked out. You might have internal bleeding or something.”“I’m hungry. They never beat me. They didn’t torture me, although some of the things that I saw will give me nightmares for the rest of my life. I’m tired, but not that. I can wait for the sequel."Sharon went to bed and I got another beer. Things worked out just right.The next day at work, things were a little different. There were no snide remarks from the break-room gang. My secretary, Joyce, was even a little more attentive than normal. Frank Toliver did not show up for work. I did not inquire about him, and nobody offered any information. A few of the guys seemed to be avoiding me. That afternoon, a small bouquet of daisies was delivered to my desk. The.