THREE TO TANGO.

"...that night, I took the car," he paused. He had begun to sob. "I got drunk." He paused again. "I...I did something terrible." He sobbed louder. He sniffed. "I took advantage of a girl."
"No," I said, in a whisper as a tear rolled down my cheek.
"I...I raped a girl." I shook my head repeatedly, feeling nauseous.
"Yes, Cherry. It was me."