Others, more than 20.”I shook my head.“When you’re in New York, you should see an art exhibit called ‘Anthem’. The artist, Aliza Shvart, dis...played different rape kits from all over the country. Visitors, especially women, are fascinated, and sometimes furious, to see how their home state treats the survivors.”“My god, can’t the police even agree on a systemic response?”“Nope. And neither can the politicians. The process is all over the map. Some jurisdictions have a higher awareness of the. "I heard enough," he told me, crossing his arms the way I had crossed mine. "I'm surprised you didn't bounce the fish out of your aquarium."I uncrossed my arms. "Lookit, Jase, I'm sorry we grossed you out, okay? But you don't have to be an asshole. Haven't you ever, even once, wondered what it would be like to -- well to do stuff with a guy?" No." Never?"He looked away sheepishly. "Yeah, maybe. Back when we used to slept together naked, I used to rub my stiffy on you when you were sleeping." He. She had just moved to the city and I had the good fortune to be the one who installed her telephone. It was lust at first sight on my part and I wasted no time in hitting on her. Surprise surprise - she agreed to a date, one thing led to another, and three months later we were married by a justice of the peace.The problem surfaced that night at a party thrown for us by my brother. About two hours into he party I noticed that she didn't seem to be around. I went looking for her and my brother. Where do you need to go?’ ‘That’s the thing. I don’t have anywhere to go…’ Her voice trailed off into tears. Thinking as quickly as I could in my state, I suggested that we go somewhere warm where we could talk. She reluctantly agreed, and I walked her to a diner near my apartment. I sat and drank black coffee while she told me her story. ‘I left home this morning. My father died last year, and my mother hasn’t been the same. I feel like such a burden on her…leaving was the only thing I thought.