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bi, or gay. The guy called Corey, inviting him to a party at his house one weekend. Bryn agreed to come along in case it turned out that he really was straight, and Bryn needed to act as Corey’s girlfriend.
    As soon as they got there, Corey and his new friend were pawing at each other, making their way to the backroom, leaving Bryn alone at the party. A seemingly harmless guy, dressed in all leather introduced himself as Dave, the owner of the house she was partying in. Bryn thought he was pretty cool, especially after he continually brought her beer after beer, making her laugh at his stupid jokes about the other freaks in the house. Dave was a cool guy at first, who knew a lot about Harleys, and had innocently asked Bryn to go for a ride.
    Things got out of hand quickly when they got outside, and she ended up pinned underneath Dave in the backyard. Her screams were drowned out by the loud music and voices inside the house. Corey was too drunk and lusting over his date to hear her. Even now, Bryn knew that Corey blamed himself for Bryn’s rape. He tried making up for it by being overly protective of her, to the point that he could smother her, like now.
    Corey leaned down, resting his forehead against Bryn’s. “I have to go in to the shop tonight and finish the swing arm mod on Weaver’s custom bike. I would rather that you waited to go out with him until I can stay closer to home.”
    Sensing the tension rolling off Corey, Bryn tried for a compromise. “Okay, I will let him know that I have to help you at the shop tonight. I can have a quick dinner with him, walk home to get your truck and meet you over at the shop.”
    Corey pulled back from their embrace, flicking her nose with his finger. “Thanks, baby girl. I’ll make it up to you, I promise. We can go riding tomorrow out on old Dover Road. How does that sound?”
    “Works for me. Shit,” she said as she searched her purse, “I forgot my phone. I left it on the charger.”
    Corey tapped her on the rear end as he walked passed her, bounding down the stairs. “K, hot stuff. You better bring some grunge clothes to the shop, though. You can help me with this remount, and you’re gonna get all dirty for me.”
    Bryn giggled at the innuendo. “Are you sure you’re gay? ’Cause you touch my ass a lot and you always talk like you are ready to mount me. Should I be worried when I’m in the shower and you are shaving at the sink? Are you really gawking at me, Corey?”
    “Sorry, chicky. You ain’t got the right parts for me. Your parts are hot, but they don’t give me a stiffy or anything.”
    “Ewww,” Bryn stuck out her tongue, shaking her head and making a disgusted face as she turned to go back up the stairs. “That’s gross.”
    Corey had already made it down to his Honda. “Oh, you love me and you know it. Now get moving, bitch. I’ll drop you off at the restaurant before I head to the shop.”
    Bryn flipped him the bird as she opened the door. Dropping her purse onto the kitchen island, she pulled her phone off the charger, throwing it into her purse. Bryn remembered Corey reminding her of all the date appropriate things she should have in her purse. Condoms . Bryn only had two serious relationships in college, losing her virginity to the first one, losing her heart to the second one. Men were a serious pain in the ass, but that didn’t mean Bryn liked being celibate. She owned a vibrator, thinking that would be enough to keep her somewhat satisfied. As Bryn stood in the kitchen thinking about condoms, sex, and vibrators, she could feel her insides tighten as moisture seeped into her panties. Damn it, she was wound so tight she was going to explode. Bryn quickly walked to the bathroom, pulling out two condoms from the box under the sink, and shoved them into her purse.
    Resolving her nerve, Bryn pulled the shoulder strap of her purse over her arm, storming back out the front door. She practically flew down the stairs, two at a time to get to