“I don’t want to wait. When Georgia returned to the bedroom naked except for a towel, she was not looking up. The balcony was their shared space, and only if she did not return to it would he invade hers. “Parents usually say to avoid strangers,” he explained. “Even if you wanted to stop, you couldn’t. “I’m gonna fall,” she wailed as she felt herself getting closer and closer to getting bucked over the balcony in one thrust. Apart from the light, the noise of the bustling city below his 3rd floor apartment was distracting him. He quickly realized what she remembered was their conversations, not their actions. You are a participant.”
“But you said fucking someone was not the same as participating.”
“But it’s not rape,” he argued. “It’s a shared balcony,” he ignored the obvious problem. It was made of glass but covered with a curtain, so all he had to do to see out was move it slightly. Unlike most of his friends, he had chosen not to go to a large school with dormitories and
