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little fridge, and I figured the least I could do was offer him some juice. Maybe I’d change into jeans and we could walk around campus a little—sober him up. It was a gorgeous spring evening.
    “I’ve got to meet some friends later,” I lied as he followed me up the steps, stumbling a bit, and down the hall to my room. “But maybe we could take a walk? Let me get out of these shoes.”
    He slipped one arm around my waist as I put the key in the door, and no sooner were we inside than he pulled me close and gave me a long French kiss, thrusting his tongue in and out of my mouth and moving his pelvis against me with each thrust.
    I pushed away from him. “Jared,” I said, still trying to be polite, “cool it. How about some orange juice?”
    He gave me a surprised, hurt look. “What’s the matter, baby? You’re hot in that dress!” He gave me a pouty, chiding look and reached out for me again more gently, this time kissing me more tenderly, and I decided to chalk up the clumsy pass to alcohol. I wanted to get outside but needed to ditch the dress.
    “Why don’t I put on jeans and sneakers and we can walk?” I suggested again. “It’s beautiful out.”
    In answer, Jared stretched out on my bed and closed hiseyes. “Ahhh,” he said. “Whatever y’shay. I’ll jush lie here fo’a minute. Tell me when ya ready.”
    I took my jeans and sweatshirt into the bathroom and closed the door. It occurred to me that he might well be asleep by the time I got changed, in which case I’d walk over to the library and let him sleep, hoping he wouldn’t throw up on the rug or something. At least he was on my bed, not Abby’s.
    I slipped out of my dress and was just bending down to step into my jeans when the door opened and Jared stood there, naked from the waist down, fully erect.
    “Oh, baby,” he said, and pulled me toward him, thrusting between my thighs.
    “Stop it!” I cried, pushing at him, but he yanked me closer so that I couldn’t wriggle free, then forced me around and started walking me backward toward the bed. His hand wormed its way under the waistband of my panties.
    “Jared!” I yelled. “Cut it out! You’re drunk.”
    But the bed hit me behind my knees, my legs buckled, and I fell back with Jared on top of me. He was trying to get my underwear off.
    “No!” I screamed at the top of my voice. “Don’t!”
    He put one hand over my mouth. “Shhhh,” he kept saying. “Hey, baby, I’m good! I’m easy!”
    “No!” I cried, and bit his hand.
    I scratched at his face and managed to push him up just enough that I could bring a knee to his groin, and he tumbled off the bed in a howl of pain.
    I leaped over him and ran out into the hall in my underwear, screaming.
    Two senior girls coming down from the third floor stared at me, then rushed over.
    I was leaning against the wall, my heart pounding, and one of the girls grabbed my arm.
    “Are you okay?” she asked.
    I jerked my head toward my room, then shakily followed them inside.
    Jared lay on the rug in a fetal position, holding his groin. He swore at me when I appeared.
    “Did he . . . ?” one of the girls asked, looking at me.
    I could hardly talk, my breathing was coming so fast. “Tried to,” I said, looking about for something to put on. I didn’t want to step over Jared to get to the closet.
    I explained what had happened as Jared got to his feet, picked up his trousers, and hobbled into the bathroom.
    “Campus police,” the other girl said to me, holding up her cell phone and thumbing the number.
    “We’re staying with you while you report it,” her friend said. “You are going to report it?”
    For one brief moment I thought of the fun afternoon, the way he’d played at the wedding. He was drunk, after all, but . . .
    I breathed through my mouth to slow myself down.
    “Absolutely,” I said, nice guy or not. Drunk or not.
    Jared came out of the bathroom.
    “The campus police want to talk to you when they get