SHE'S OVERBOARD


smells like teen folly

You're 18 years old. You're vacationing on a Caribbean island. You go to a nightclub, stay until 1:30 in the morning, and leave in the company of three local men, ages 18-25, whom you just met earlier in the evening. You do not deserve whatever fate may have befallen you.

But neither did you do much to prevent it.

Posted: Mon - June 6, 2005 at 10:45 PM          

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