And so it was,

  Have you ever had a phrase stick in your head? One that keeps repeating, this one did for me? So I figured that what was needed to follow those words, was a story. A fictional account, but one ripped from the headlines. A tale from the other side of town, and a reason to consider another way? But what is to become of such a story if it is misconstrued? But a story is still just a story, and as such, is needed to be told. You might say, that it is fictional, and so what does it matter, but then again, you might not? But that decision is not the tellers to make, but the reader. A story of consent and consternation, a point of view unwanted?
  Jimmie Simmons was a good kid, everyone from his neighborhood that knew him said so. He idolized his older brother Brad. Though they shared a last name, he and Brad were half brothers, Brad's dad was his mother's first husband.
  But tonight was to be a special night for Jim, as he had just recently turned eighteen, and he had plans to go to the Fraternity party just down the street. He had been twice before with Brad, the first time he had been only sixteen, but tonight he was going alone! Now Brad had always bragged upon how easy it was to get layed at one of these parties. And much to his shame, Jim had not yet had sex, But this will end tonight, he had promised himself. But now, as he was to discover, tonight had become a foggy morning, and he woke up in jail? What had happened he wondered, what is it that I did? He remembered clearly that he had hooked up with an older girl, and he remembered the sex! After that, things became less clear? He remembered that the girl that he had been with was teased about him. The last thing he could remember was being dared by some of the college boys to join with them in a guzzling game. Nothing after that, nothing but a lot of questions and a cold jail cell?