"I know how scary that sort of situation can be..."
"What are you talking about, Mrs Smith? There wasn't anything going on..."
"Dear, when I was in college, I was walking alone back to my dorm, when a guy came up to me with a knife. He walked me back to his car, drove me a couple of miles away, then cut my clothes off me and raped me.
"Afterwards, I walked to a nearby house, and knocked on the door. Fortunately, they were able to help a little bit. When the police came, I tried to give them a statement to help them catch the guy, but I wasn't able to say much coherent.
"Obviously, you weren't in that situation, but that's one way that a situation like that can start. So you can't let someone think that that's ok."
"Oh God! I can't believe that. Really, Mrs Smith, it was nothing like that at all. He was just standing above me, and fell down. It was a complete accident."
"Alright, dear. I hope you're telling me the truth. Why don't you run along home now. But if you ever need to talk about it, I'll always be available to listen.
"And if something else along those lines ever happens, don't think that you did something wrong. Even if you feel like you enjoyed it afterwards, well, that's just one of your body's self-defense mechanisms. And even if you're wearing very sexy clothes when it happens, it doesn't mean you really did enjoy it, or that you were asking for it."
Shaking her head in amazement, carrying her tattered clothes in one hand and the stone in the other, Karyn walked out the door...
