I read this this week and am I the only who find this whole story to strain credulity?
A seemingly normal guy takes her to a party and then asks if she wants to go somewhere quieter.
Now, climbing the frat-house stairs with Drew, Jackie felt excited.
Excited for what? They don't say. She wants to get laid this quick and this easy?
Then, it turns into a totally brutal gang rape straight from a war zone.
She doesn't report it to anybody, because her friends don't want to not be cool.
And, then this (Drew being the pseudonym for her "date"):
Two weeks after Jackie's rape, she ran into Drew during her lifeguard shift at the UVA pool. "Hey, Jackie," Drew said, startling her. "Are you ignoring me?" She'd switched her shift in the hopes of never seeing him again. Since the Phi Kappa Psi party, she'd barely left her dorm room, fearful of glimpsing one of her attackers. Jackie stared at Drew, unable to speak. "I wanted to thank you for the other night," Drew said. "I had a great time."
What?!? I have such a hard time believing that!!