The next day, I told the incident to my best friend, Janelle Reid in a bar. After hearing what happened, Janelle took a sip of the red wine and said seriously, “This isn’t your fault. You didn’t do it on purpose.”I whispered, “But I felt good, and I almost sat on it.”Janelle slammed her wine glass on the table and widened her eyes. “Wake up, you can’t control your body when you’re assaulted. It’s a natural bodily reaction, it doesn’t mean you want to cheat.”She grabbed my hand and said firmly, “You’re not wrong. Sam’s wrong. He crossed a line. You’re the victim. Don’t punish yourself for his crime.”I also drank some wine and pondered over Janelle’s words. She was right, it was Sam’s fault.Besides, he was the one who had been in the wrong. If I called the police, I could send him to jail. Janelle saw that I was deep in thought and poured me another glass of wine. She continued, “If anything, Jason is the worst out of all. He cheated in the first place, and he ignored your
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