The complainant sat in a small chair at the side of Sergeant Hassof's desk quietly waiting for him to return. He glanced at his watch then looked over his badly blistered hand. When the policeman returned, he scooted his chair forward some in anticipation and sat up straight.

He watched the sergeant sit down, immediately pick up his phone and dial a long distance number. After a few moments he hung up the phone, took a deep breath and finally looked back at him.

"Now, please you tell me what your complaint is again."

"Well officer, I was raped."

Writing on a pad, the officer replied, "And when did the man assault you?"

"It was this afternoon, about an hour ago. But it wasn't a man," he said, feeling his voice waiver.

"Excuse me?"

"It wasn't a man, it was a woman."

"A woman," the policeman said, pausing for a moment. "Did she drug you or something?"

"No, actually I drug her."

"You drugged her?"

"No, no, I drug her... dragged her, like along the ground."

"No drugs."

"No drugs," the complainant replied.

"What happened, did she have an accomplice? Did she have a weapon?"

"Well no, not really."

"Look, you're going to have to start from the beginning," the policeman said, obviously confused.

"Well, it all started when I grabbed her purse."

"Why did you grab her purse?"

"Well... ah, I was, well I was trying to steal it."

"You were trying to steal her purse and you've come in here?"

"I was raped! That is certainly more serious than a minor purse snatching."

The policeman shoved his chair back and said, "Look, I think my captain needs to hear this. Wait here a minute." He then stood up and walked away from his desk and turned into an office on the other side of the large room.

Wondering if he had made a mistake, the man considered making a quick break for it, but then told himself, "No, I have been raped." He remained seated at the sergeant's desk as the policeman returned from the office with another man.

The sergeant sat back down at his desk, while the other man pulled up a chair and sat down. "This is Captain Davis, he is going to listen in for a bit. Captain, Mr... uh, Mr..."

"Doovis, Henson Doovis."

"Mr. Doovis had just explained that he attempted to steal a purse and then... well, that's when I came to get you Captain."

"Please start again from the beginning Mr. Doovis," the captain said in a calm voice.

"Well sir, I grabbed the strap to the purse and began to run away, but the lady didn't let go, instead she held on tight. It nearly knocked me down, but I kept pulling and figured that when she fell down she would let go, but she didn't."

He looked up at the captain and then over to the sergeant, waiting for a response. When the captain nodded, he continued, "Well I started dragging her back away from the street. Well it was hard work, she wasn't very light, but I managed to drag her into the park."

"Did anyone see you when this was happening?" Sergeant Hassof asked.

"No, it was very early in the morning, barely light outside. She screamed a bit, but apparently no one heard, at least no one came after us. Even in the park I saw a jogger but he was running away from us and didn't hear a thing.

"I dragged her into the bushes, but by then I was so tired out I felt dizzy. I sat down, still holding the purse strap, trying to catch my breath. It only seemed a moment, but the next thing I know, she was standing above me without her pants on.

"She squatted down and I realized that my ah..." leaning forward, he whispered, "cock," then continued in his normal voice, "was hard. Well, she sat down on me and I felt it go inside her. She began moving up and down on me and in a few minutes she moaned and I guess she was finished.

"She then climbed off me, put her pants back on and grabbed her purse. I was so shocked by what happened that I simply let go of the strap and she walked away back to the street. She caught the next bus and rode away."

"And that was it?" the sergeant asked.

"After I regained my composure, I came here."

"Will you excuse us for a moment," the captain asked.

He nodded and watched the two men walk out of the room and head down a long hallway, where near the end they turned a corner. They returned in just a few moments but neither sat down. The sergeant took a pair of handcuffs and snapped them on the complainant's wrists while he began to recite, "Mr. Doovis you have the right..."

"Wait, wait, I was raped, why are you arresting me?"

"We talked to the DA about your case and she said since the rape occurred during the commission of a crime you'll be charged with both crimes."

"But I was raped! I am the victim."

"You admitted to the purse snatching did you not?"

"Attempted purse snatching."

"Sorry, if you want a lawyer you are free to call one. We've got to get you down to booking."

"But..."

"Mr. Doovis, let me finish reading you your rights. You have the right..."

He walked with the sergeant, listening to him recite the words without hearing a thing. His head seemed to spin as they turned a corner and walked past the DA's office. Looking in he saw her sitting behind the desk.

He turned his head and then looked back, it was her! He wanted to shout, "That's her, she's the one," but the words caught in his throat. He watched her look up at him and then over to the sergeant.

In a moment she nodded to the sergeant, who continued leading him to booking. The prisoner followed quietly, realizing he was completely helpless while he was raped once again.