Ms. Davidson was a woman in her early thirties, with raven-black hair and piercingly blue eyes. Her hair was considerably long, but she kept it tied in a tight bun at the back of her head and wore cat's eye styled glasses. She was dressed in a business blouse, and had the overall appearance of a very severe librarian.
"Jennifer, before we get to the real issue of what happened, I need to ask...Did he rape you?" She had softened her tone, now that her office door was shut.
Jen debated the merits of crying rape, but knew that would have been very morally wrong, especially considering how much she enjoyed the brief encounter she and Kyle had shared. "No," Jen said, shaking her head.
"But, Jennifer, your clothes were practically torn to shreds! All the evidence points to a forced assault on you. He didn't try to force himself on you in any way?" Ms. Davidson sounded surprised.
"No, ma'am,....I invited him out there."
"Jennifer, this all seems very odd. I don't mean to be judgemental, but keeping track of students is my job. Kyle really doesn't seem like someone who you would normally be spending time with."
"No ma'am, he's really not," Jen confessed.
Ms. Davidson's harshness of tone returned," But you decided to have sex with him? What reason could you give me to explain your actions?" Jen simply sat there, not sure of what to say.
"I really...I just..." Jen said, struggling to come up with a convincing lie.
"Was it the transform or dare curse?" Ms. Davidson asked, pointedly staring hard at Jen. Jen's jaw dropped open. She could barely believe what she'd heard.