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Say a man that is well regarded in social circles, wealthy, gives you the "eye", invites/coerces you to follow him into the changing room "to help with some clothes" and then, the heat turns up and announces he wants you, kisses, and goes for you. Examples: Tiger Woods, movie stars, political figures. Not even young, like you are both in your 40's or 50's... old people mate too ya know... even if they pull some muscles in the process.

There is no "yes" consent, but there's no "non consent either" and you're actions somewhat reciprocate. It's a passionate... animal moment WITH A HIGH VALUE MALE... million or billionaire and he's famous... and he wants YOU!!

You don't yell, scratch, or otherwise kick and scream... none of that. You view this as "hot" in retrospect and attest to that.

Would you view that as sexual assault or rape?

Does your answer change if afterwards he offers to be his girlfriend, take you out on date, that he is interested in you?

Waking up to the sounds of her mother doing dishes in the kitchen, she could only think about how her life went through for the last few weeks. Drained of energy, feeling like a corpse she got up from bed and went towards the kitchen.

“you’re being really lazy lately, sleeping till midday, don’t you have to study?’ her mother started to throw out words. These words were never annoying to Lizz somewhere deep she felt her mother doesn’t have the required knowledge in communication to ask what was really going on and to phrase another word for ‘laziness’. No one could in her life. with just a hum as reply, Lizz grabbed the cup of tea from the kitchen as usual and walked towards the balcony to enjoy the tea in peace. Placing the glass of tea on the small table on the balcony, she dropped herself onto the bamboo chair. As winds blew on her wavy long black hair, and sun kissing her golden skin, she sunk into the chair in comfort.

Taking a sip of the warm hot tea, her warm brown eyes caught onto something. Nothing changed in the view from the balcony, her mother’s pretty garden and the neighbor’s plushy green trees but her eyes which skipped through the trees found a young boy with a girl. They seemed to be having a good time. “at least they are happy” Leaning back on her chair, taking sips from tea trying to relax. The concept of love was confusing to Lizz, it was as if something was always missing.

Thinking of the last week. It was kind of dramatic, apart from Alex who never picks up on her likeness for him. Seeing him she always feels the same, weak, no thoughts entering her brain as if her whole body is going through a mixture of feeling, exploding inside.

Being the end of semester Lizz was having exams last week. Reaching her college on scooter, she went to the parking lot which was on the west side of the college which happened to be near to the college boys hostel. Just as she was about to park her scooter.