The sexual assault forensic examination was finally coming to an end. There had been swabs and dyes, blood test and urine, vaginal exam and rectal, fluids and tissues, this exam had gone on forever, poked and probed, cold hard instruments and cold dispassionate assessments, Ariel’s humiliation rising and falling and rising again, reporting and then waiting and then repeating her story, describing her injuries, physical and psychological, her movements, her actions. She hadn’t expected this to be an all-day trauma of one intrusion after another. But then again she hadn’t known what to expect;
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