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writes:I am a 25 year old good looking single girl, teaching in an engineering college.Recently, one of my students who was preparing for an interview wanted to learn something from me. That application that he wanted to learn, was not available in the college and the student told me he had a pirated copy in his home computer. The student had taken a flat and was living there. He asked me if I could come at his place and teach him. I initially refused and said no. Since I was an attractive girl and I knew all the boys in college liked me. They would just find excused to come look at me. Later he requested again and said, it will help him get a job. I don't know what came on me and I agreed and went to his place to teach him. I went to his place for 5 days. The first day i was a little scared but he knew i was scared and he put me to ease. The doors were open and we worked on the computer. While teaching he would also talk and try to be friends. I found out that we are both of the same age. While studying together we talked a lot and built a certain friendship. After a few days I became very comfortable with him and also started liking him. As I got comfortable with him, the duration of the time i spent with him increased. Both when we were studying in college and i was at his place. Then on the fifth day, it was very cold, and we closed the door. As I was feeling cold, he made tea and I drank it. He complimented me on how I was looking. I dint know what to say and I said thanks. Sometime after drinking the tea I lost conscious. When I woke up I asked him what happened, and he told I fainted. He offered to drop me home on his bike but I refused. He said since I was not well, he insisted on droping me. I told him I wont sit with him on a bike. He then got me an cab and I left. Later I realized I left my phone at his place. I took his number from the office and called him the next day and told him I left my phone at his place. I asked him to come to college to return it( as the vacations were on). He told me he is sick, and can not come. I should come and collect the phone. He also said, all his friend are out of town and there is no one to even get medicines for him, so dropping the phone is not possible. He asked me to come and collect the phone and also asked me if i could get some medicine on the way. I know he is attracted to me and I think I am also started liking him. But when I think of how i lost my conscious, I think i was raped. But when I think if he can do it, i feel he can never. Is this a ruse to call me over. my heart tells me to go but my mind tells me not to.Is there a way to find out if he raped me or took my naked pictures? I am sure that while I was sleeping he must have touched me, as he was attracted to me. Shall I ask him?
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reader, anonymous, writes (14 January 2010): go confront him and ask him what did he do. How could u have fainted like that. tell him u know u did something so either cough up or ur going to the cops. if he did something he will tell u else no need to worry.
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reader, anonymous, writes (8 January 2010): How long ago did this happen? If it happened recently, go to your doctor and explain the situation to them. They can run tests. Also, did you have all your clothes on properly when you wakened?
All the best
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reader, anonymous, writes (8 January 2010): Did you notice buttons done up in the wrong way? Or did your vagina hurt? Or did you notice anything strange when you gained consciousness?
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reader, Saraleighanne  +, writes (8 January 2010):
 well were ur clothes put on differently when u left. were u lying on the floor. do u feel like he did rape u. u should go to the police say u think u were drugged and raped they can do a blood test to see if u have and any drugs that can cause u to pass out.
good luck
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