At the end of the day, only you were complicit in the rape of an underage teen girl.
Not me.
Live with that, ballbag skin.
Not even remotely close. But that's part of how women like you have been hoodwinked. Equating an actual horrifying act, with a third-hand story of something that was never witnessed, confirmed, or could even possibly be proven. You diminish the real crime if it occurred.
It's so in line with your type, your kind of thinking. You get drunk and high with a bunch of guys at a party, start doing a striptease, then get gang-banged and past around like a bong at a frat party on your hands and knees taking it from both ends with pleasure, and then cry rape two weeks later when the story gets around that you're a cheap whore.
Still waiting on an answer, girly-girl.