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The Blue Dress

The Blue Dress

Last night, Gabby went to a party at a friend's house. She wore a pretty new blue dress that was just a little daring, and brought a bottle of wine.

The party was a lot of fun. Gabby talked and laughed, and danced. Perhaps she drank a little too much. Certainly, she should not have had that last drink that that nice looking young man with whom she'd been flirting brought her.

At 7:22 this morning, Gabby awoke with a terrible headache on an old couch in the basement. Her dress was soiled and damp and drawn up around her hips. Her panties lay beside her on the floor. And her thighs and ***** were bruised and aching.

Now Gabby is in a hospital examination room. Her pretty blue dress and panties lie crumpled beside her: soon, they will be carefully placed in evidence bags. Gabby is waiting for the doctor to examine her, because her body is now evidence too. The doctor will be kind and gentle, and he will give her a pill to take, "just in case."

Outside, in the waiting room, a young and very sympathetic police woman is waiting to take her home.

Gabby is not in a hospital examination room because she wore a pretty blue dress that is just a little daring. She's not there because she drank a little too much, or flirted with a man, or even because she unwisely accepted a drink from someone she didn’t know.

Gabby is sitting on a hospital examination table because one of the men at the party she attended was a rapist.

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20 minutes ago, Scylla Rhiadra said:

The Blue Dress

The Blue Dress

Last night, Gabby went to a party at a friend's house. She wore a pretty new blue dress that was just a little daring, and brought a bottle of wine.

The party was a lot of fun. Gabby talked and laughed, and danced. Perhaps she drank a little too much. Certainly, she should not have had that last drink that that nice looking young man with whom she'd been flirting brought her.

At 7:22 this morning, Gabby awoke with a terrible headache on an old couch in the basement. Her dress was soiled and damp and drawn up around her hips. Her panties lay beside her on the floor. And her thighs and ***** were bruised and aching.

Now Gabby is in a hospital examination room. Her pretty blue dress and panties lie crumpled beside her: soon, they will be carefully placed in evidence bags. Gabby is waiting for the doctor to examine her, because her body is now evidence too. The doctor will be kind and gentle, and he will give her a pill to take, "just in case."

Outside, in the waiting room, a young and very sympathetic police woman is waiting to take her home.

Gabby is not in a hospital examination room because she wore a pretty blue dress that is just a little daring. She's not there because she drank a little too much, or flirted with a man, or even because she unwisely accepted a drink from someone she didn’t know.

Gabby is sitting on a hospital examination table because one of the men at the party she attended was a rapist.

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