taken.
Case 2:
A freshman English major named Cynthia Vespucci had attended a pre-Christmas-break party at the Chi Pi Omega fraternity house where she encountered a freshman business major named Kenneth Storm Jr. Recognizing him from high school, she danced with him. “Because even though most of the other guys were getting drunk and freaking out, he was a total gentleman that night.”
Vespucci and Storm began dating. Nothing sexual occurred until their fourth date, when Vespucci claimed Storm drove her to a remote spot in Bel Air, three miles above campus, and Page 34
demanded intercourse. When she refused, Storm grabbed her arm. She smelled liquor on his breath, managed to pull away, and told him to let her drive. He then kicked her out of his car and threw her purse out, breaking the strap and scattering the contents, some of which, including her spare change, rolled into a storm drain. Driving off, he left her stranded. She tried gaining entrance to a residence, but all the houses were fenced and gated and no one answered her rings.
She was forced to walk home to her sorority, ruining a pair of shoes and “causing me incredible fear.”
When asked to respond, Kenneth Storm refused, stating, “This is bullshit.”
Further prodding from Professor Devane produced “What the hell do you expect me to say?”
At that point, the graduate student, Casey Locking, entered the dialogue: “Look, guy, I’m a man but I don’t have any sympathy for men who rough up women. If what she says is true, you’ve got a lesson to learn and you’re lucky to be learning it young. If you disagree, speak up. But if you choose not to defend yourself, don’t complain later.”
Storm responded with “a train of expletives.”
Then, surprisingly, Cynthia Vespucci seemed to have a change of heart: “Okay, okay, let’s just have nothing to do with each other. Let’s just end this.” [Crying]
PROF. DEVANE: Here’s a tissue, Ms. Vespucci.
MS. VESPUCCI: I’m okay. Let’s just forget it.
PROF. DEVANE: Are you sure, Ms. Vespucci?
MS. VESPUCCI: I don’t know.
PROF. DEVANE: When you came to me you were very upset.
MS. VESPUCCI: I know. [Starting to cry] But I . . . now I want to stop it. Okay? Please?
PROF. DEVANE: Of course. We’re out for your best interests. You should remember, though, that a process has been set into motion.
MR. STORM: I don’t believe this! She said end it! What’re you going to do, kick me out? Fine, do it, go ahead and fucking do it, I don’t give a shit about you or this place or—
MR. LOCKING: Take it easy, man—
MR. STORM: No,you take it easy, asshole! This isbullshit, I’mout of here!
MR. LOCKING: I’mwarning you, ma—
MR. STORM: Aboutwhat, asshole? You think I give a shit about you and your fuckingcollege
?Fuck this place! Fuckyou ! You, too, Cindy—how could you do this to me? First thing I do when I’m out of here is call your mother and—
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MS. VESPUCCI: Kenny! Please—no—I’m sorry—Kenny, come on, please!
PROF. STEINBERGER: What about her mother, Mr. Storm?
MR. STORM: Lether tell you.
PROF. STEINBERGER: Cindy?
MR. STORM: What a laugh! This is ancient fucking history!
MR. LOCKING: Professors, it seems to me that before we go further, this guy’s going to have to—
PROF. STEINBERGER: Is there something else going on between you two that you haven’t told us about, Cindy?
MS. VESPUCCI: [Sobbing] It’s my fault.
MR. STORM: Damn fucking strai—
MR. LOCKING: Watch your mouth!
MR. STORM: Fu—
PROF. STEINBERGER: Please, sir, we’ll hear you out. But please let her talk. Okay? Thank you. Cindy?
MS. VESPUCCI: It’s my fault.
PROF. DEVANE: What is, Cindy?
MS. VESPUCCI: I—was—I was mad at him . . . maybepartly because of my mom.
PROF. DEVANE: He did something to your mom?
MR. STORM: Yeah, right, I’m a rapist. Tell them, Cindy, go on. Come on—what’s the matter, cat got your tongue? Bringing me here with that letter, I thought I was
Case 2:
A freshman English major named Cynthia Vespucci had attended a pre-Christmas-break party at the Chi Pi Omega fraternity house where she encountered a freshman business major named Kenneth Storm Jr. Recognizing him from high school, she danced with him. “Because even though most of the other guys were getting drunk and freaking out, he was a total gentleman that night.”
Vespucci and Storm began dating. Nothing sexual occurred until their fourth date, when Vespucci claimed Storm drove her to a remote spot in Bel Air, three miles above campus, and Page 34
demanded intercourse. When she refused, Storm grabbed her arm. She smelled liquor on his breath, managed to pull away, and told him to let her drive. He then kicked her out of his car and threw her purse out, breaking the strap and scattering the contents, some of which, including her spare change, rolled into a storm drain. Driving off, he left her stranded. She tried gaining entrance to a residence, but all the houses were fenced and gated and no one answered her rings.
She was forced to walk home to her sorority, ruining a pair of shoes and “causing me incredible fear.”
When asked to respond, Kenneth Storm refused, stating, “This is bullshit.”
Further prodding from Professor Devane produced “What the hell do you expect me to say?”
At that point, the graduate student, Casey Locking, entered the dialogue: “Look, guy, I’m a man but I don’t have any sympathy for men who rough up women. If what she says is true, you’ve got a lesson to learn and you’re lucky to be learning it young. If you disagree, speak up. But if you choose not to defend yourself, don’t complain later.”
Storm responded with “a train of expletives.”
Then, surprisingly, Cynthia Vespucci seemed to have a change of heart: “Okay, okay, let’s just have nothing to do with each other. Let’s just end this.” [Crying]
PROF. DEVANE: Here’s a tissue, Ms. Vespucci.
MS. VESPUCCI: I’m okay. Let’s just forget it.
PROF. DEVANE: Are you sure, Ms. Vespucci?
MS. VESPUCCI: I don’t know.
PROF. DEVANE: When you came to me you were very upset.
MS. VESPUCCI: I know. [Starting to cry] But I . . . now I want to stop it. Okay? Please?
PROF. DEVANE: Of course. We’re out for your best interests. You should remember, though, that a process has been set into motion.
MR. STORM: I don’t believe this! She said end it! What’re you going to do, kick me out? Fine, do it, go ahead and fucking do it, I don’t give a shit about you or this place or—
MR. LOCKING: Take it easy, man—
MR. STORM: No,you take it easy, asshole! This isbullshit, I’mout of here!
MR. LOCKING: I’mwarning you, ma—
MR. STORM: Aboutwhat, asshole? You think I give a shit about you and your fuckingcollege
?Fuck this place! Fuckyou ! You, too, Cindy—how could you do this to me? First thing I do when I’m out of here is call your mother and—
Page 35
MS. VESPUCCI: Kenny! Please—no—I’m sorry—Kenny, come on, please!
PROF. STEINBERGER: What about her mother, Mr. Storm?
MR. STORM: Lether tell you.
PROF. STEINBERGER: Cindy?
MR. STORM: What a laugh! This is ancient fucking history!
MR. LOCKING: Professors, it seems to me that before we go further, this guy’s going to have to—
PROF. STEINBERGER: Is there something else going on between you two that you haven’t told us about, Cindy?
MS. VESPUCCI: [Sobbing] It’s my fault.
MR. STORM: Damn fucking strai—
MR. LOCKING: Watch your mouth!
MR. STORM: Fu—
PROF. STEINBERGER: Please, sir, we’ll hear you out. But please let her talk. Okay? Thank you. Cindy?
MS. VESPUCCI: It’s my fault.
PROF. DEVANE: What is, Cindy?
MS. VESPUCCI: I—was—I was mad at him . . . maybepartly because of my mom.
PROF. DEVANE: He did something to your mom?
MR. STORM: Yeah, right, I’m a rapist. Tell them, Cindy, go on. Come on—what’s the matter, cat got your tongue? Bringing me here with that letter, I thought I was
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