We watched the game on TV, had a bit of banter, and talked over drinks. After the match finished, we stayed on at the bar and celebrated the win with another round. At about eight we left though- a few of the guys had to get back home to their girlfriends, so the night ended there.
I walked home by myself, sobering up a bit.
To get to my flat, you can either go through a bunch of main roads, which takes ages, or you can just go through this alley. That night, I couldn’t be bothered to walk the long way, so I took the alley route.
Well, I was walking through, tripping over rubbish bags in the darkness, when I saw a woman at the end of the alley. She was hunched over a bit and muttering and cursing about something I couldn’t quite make out. Suddenly she froze, and she turned around slowly to look at me. She looked tired and very run down, but you could see she was pretty.
Then I saw the lighter in her hand, and realised she had been trying to light a cigarette, but couldn’t get it to work. I had a lighter in my pocket, so I offered it to her. She took it, and we got talking. She seemed kind of lonely.
After a couple of minutes, she started telling me about how she was single, and her husband was leaving her. I kind of thought she was coming on to me, and I tried to kiss her.
As I said, I was a bit drunk, so I don’t really remember what happened next too clearly. I just know she didn’t say no. She didn’t push me away.
I swear, your Honour- I didn’t rape her that night.