Chapter Four
I raped my best friend.
Mrs. Bowman was true to her word. She never mentioned my Valentine, but she was careful during the remaining weeks of the school year. She made certain that we were never alone together, and she didn’t pat me on the back to applaud my efforts on the basketball court anymore. I could detect no change in attitude from the other teachers. Even Miss Glen, the guidance counselor, didn’t seem to know exactly why she had been called to witness our conference. I think Mrs. Bowman only told her that we had a serious issue to discuss, and that a neutral party might need to intervene.
Mrs. Bowman had been gentle and considerate of my feelings, and logic told me that I could not have expected more from her, but I was an injured adolescent, rejected and sexually
