What were you expecting to happen?
He was frantic and covered in what was probably a mixture of semen and blood. His shirt was torn and hung from his shoulders in tatters. His right fist clutched his jeans closed at his waist. The fabric along the zipper had been sliced open.
It’s not often that we get guys standing six foot six stumbling into the station house with bruises up the side of their face crying for help. Usually, we’re dragging them in fighting the cuffs around their wrists.
“Please provide details, sir. Who will find you?” I did my best to keep the boredom from my voice.
“There were four of them. When they came up to me, I thought they wanted money. They were crazy polite and said hi.” He wouldn’t stop fidgeting with the wallet in his hands. “They laughed at me when I offered it to them.”
He looked up at me, and I saw the tears forming. He shook his head and flinched. There was a bleeding cut along his right temple that had started to clot up. “What happened next, sir?”
He kept looking at me and leaned in closer, “Is there a man I could talk to? This is kind of hard for me to talk about with you.”
I couldn’t help it; I sighed. Loudly. “Sir, I am trained to handle these situations as well as a man would. Please continue your story, so I can help you.”
Looking down at his feet, he mumbled something I couldn’t understand. The annoyed sound I made caused him to look up at me and mutter, “They assaulted me.”
“Can you be more specific, sir. I see you have a cut on your head. How did that happen?”
“Is there a room we could go talk about this? I don’t really want to tell my story out here in front of all these people.”
“Sir, I need to know your story so I can be sure a crime has been committed. Please tell me what happened after you offered your wallet to your attackers.”
“They laughed at me. I can still hear the screeching. Two of them grabbed me from behind, and a third hit me in the face. I don’t know how many times they hit me, but before I knew it, I was lying on the ground being held down.
“My shirt got ripped open first. I can still feel that tongue sliding across my belly. They took turns tasting my skin and telling me how delicious I am.” He shuddered his shoulders and looked like he might puke on my desk. The dry heaves stopped before I had to tell him to back up. The new guy was off for the day, so I would have to clean up any puke on my own, and that wasn’t happening.
“Sir, are you saying you were sexually assaulted?”
Looking at his shoes again, he said, “Yes. By all four of them. They cut open my clothes, held me down, and touched me. When I tried to scream no, one of them would kiss me and shove her tongue down my throat.”
I had decided to start taking notes when I realized I was going to have to have someone take him to the hospital for a kit. “Wait, did you say her?”
“Yes. I was attacked and raped by four women at a party I went to with my friends.”
“Oh, I see. You wanted to party, and then it got too real for you, so now you’re crying rape. I swear, you frat boys and your stories. When are you going to stop putting yourselves in these situations? I’m not going to waste taxpayer money on little mister I changed my mind.” I turned away from him and hollered to one of the beat guys hanging around.
“Flounder! Come up here! Captain No Thanks, Ma’am over here needs a ride home.”
I turned back to the guy holding his pants closed in front of my desk and said with finality, “If you boys don’t stop working out, wearing tight fitting jeans, and going to these parties to meet girls, this is going to keep happening. You bring it on yourselves, and I don’t see why you involve the authorities. I mean, look at you. What did you expect those girls to do? Buy you dinner and take you to a movie? Women have needs that are uncontrollable at your age. You should know better than to tempt them.” I closed the blotter in front of me and looked him in the eye, “Grow up, son. This isn’t the sort of world where a lad like you can just walk into a party without some sort of protection.”
I walked away to go refill my coffee.