Warning: sexual assault

"How young is young Ethan? Young?"

"He's...our age."

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"Tell him! Tell him! Just please tell him!" Phoebe, Monica, and I begged Rachel.

"Shut up." Rachel said to us as she poured some coffee into Ross' mug.

"Tell me what?" Chandler spoke up. 

"Look at you. You won't even look at him." Monica replied.

"I think someone's blushing." I teased her in a sing–song voice.

"Come on, tell me. I could use another reason why women won't look at me." Chandler adjusted his sitting position on the couch.

"Alright, alright, alright." Rachel finally gave in. "Last night, I had a dream that, um, you and I were, uh..." She couldn't spill it out.

"Doing it on this table." Phoebe finished for her while pointing at the coffee table in front of us.

"Wow!" Chandler said, smiling up at her.

"Excellent dream score." Joey nudged Chandler's arm.

"Why, why...why would you dream that?" Ross stumbled on his words.

"More importantly. Was I any good?" I scoffed in disgust and smacked my brother with a magazine in my hand.

"You were pretty damn 'any good'." Rachel nodded her head.

"Interesting. 'Cause in my dreams, I'm surprisingly inadequate." He stared off at nothing.

"Last night, you seemed to know your way around the table." Rachel sat down next to me.

"I love it when we share." Ross let out a forceful chuckle and tossed his book onto the table. He stood up and went over to the counter, so Chandler followed him. A little later, we were still lounging around the coffee shop.

"Hello, Rachel." Chandler said to her in a sultry voice. He was currently sitting on the coffee table with his legs out in front of him.

"Get off." Rachel replied, making him sit back on the couch.

"Ooh! Oh, give me!" Phoebe reached over to Joey, who handed her his pencil. "Can you see me operating a drill press?" She asked.

"I don't know. What are you wearing?" Joey crossed his legs, making us look at him.

"Pheebs, why would you want to operate a drill press?" Ross, the realistic one out of the guys, inquired to her.

"Just for some short–term work." She shrugged her shoulders. "Till I get back some of my massage clients." She added.

"Pirates again?" Chandler questioned.

"No. Nothing like that. I'm just such a dummy. I taught this 'massage yourself at home' workshop. And they are." 

"Hey, hey, Chan—she could work for you." Joey suggested to him.

"Thanks, Joey. That's a good idea." Chandler said in a slightly sarcastic tone.

"I could. I could do it." Phoebe immediately stood up. "What is it?"

"My secretary will be out for a couple of weeks. She's having one of her boobs reduced." My brother sat down. "It's a whole big boob story." Chandler added when he saw our faces. I looked down at my chest.

"Do I need a boob reduction surgery? Or do I need to get breast implants?" I looked up at them. 

"No, you have really nice boobs." Phoebe reassured me. "I could be a secretary." She turned back to my brother.

"Well, you know, Pheebs, I don't know if it's your kind of thing because it involves a lot of being normal...for a large portion of the day." He trailed off, making me smack him upside the head.

"I could do that." Phoebe nodded her head.

"What are you playing with?" Rachel joined us.

"Oh, it's my new beeper." He lifted it up to show off the little black device.

"Why does a paleontologist need a beeper?" Joey furrowed his brows in confusion.

"Is it, like, for dinosaur emergencies?" Monica inquired, making me giggled.

"'Help! Come quick! They're still extinct!'" I exclaimed in a fake panicked voice, high–fiving Mon at our joke.

"No. It's for when Carol goes into labor. She can get me wherever I am." He replied. "All she has to do is dial 55–Jimbo."

"A cool phone number and a possible name for the kid." Chandler nodded his head impressively.

"Alright, I'll see you guys later." Monica stood up from the couch.

"Off to see young Ethan?" Rachel inquired teasingly.

"Thank you." Monica smiled at her while putting one her coat.

"How young is young Ethan? Young?" Joey asked.

"He's...our age." She grabbed her purse and answered hesitantly.

"When we were...?" Chandler trailed off in question.

"Okay, he's a senior in college." She admitted to us.

"College? Woah." We glanced at her in surprise.

"And this man–child has no problem with how old you are?" Chandler took a sip of his coffee.

"No. Of course not. It's not even an issue." She shook her head. "'Cause I told him I was 22."

"What?" Chandler said.

"Oh. I can't pass for 22?" She put her hands on her hips.

"Maybe 25, 26." Phoebe shrugged her shoulders.

"I am 26." Monica gave Pheebs a look.

"There you go." Phoebe nodded her head. Then, she left.

"Guess what? I have a date tomorrow night with my colleague, and he is hot!" I gushed.

"Who is he? Do we know him?" Rachel nudged my shoulder.

"Um...maybe?" I replied with a question. "Pass me the Calvin Klein magazine." I extended my hand. Phoebe gave it to me. I flipped through the pages and found the guy. First, I showed it to the girls since they wouldn't be as judgmental.

"Dominic Carrillo? You're going out with Dominic Carrillo?" Rachel exclaimed, making the guys look at me.

"Really, Rach? I was trying to keep it on the down low." I said to her quietly. She gave me an apologetic smile before looking back at his picture.

"You two would make really cute babies." She held the picture up to my face.

"Let me see that." Joey waved his hands, so Rachel gave it to him. He looked down at the picture then back up at me. "No, you look way better than him. And he's probably some dumb guy." He shook his head. I blushed but remembered he's still mad at me.

"Well, I really don't care about your opinion. I've got a date!" I cheered before walking out of the coffee shop. The next evening, I headed over to the restaurant we were meeting up. He was already at a table, looking through the restaurant's menu. Then, he glanced up at me.

"Suparna. Hi." He immediately stood up and went to the chair next to his seat. He pulled me chair back so I could sit down before pushing it in for me.

"Hi, Dominic. I hope I didn't make you wait too long." I gave him a nervous smile.

"Not at all. I just got here myself." He replied. Once we ordered drinks and some food, the two of us flirted with each other.

"Are you doing modeling as a side job or just making some money for something else?" I leaned my chin against my hand.

"I'd like to be an actor, but if that doesn't work out, I'm happy with modeling. Especially if I get to be around women like you." He smirked at me. Then, I felt a hand run up my leg and thigh towards my parts, and I was getting really uncomfortable.

"C–C–Could you excuse me for a second? I'd just like to get the bartender's name for a Calvin Klein launch party." I made up before walking away. I actually did go over to the bartender but for completely different reasons.

"Hi, can I get you anything?" The guy asked my while wiping down a beer glass.

"Oh, hi, is there any way I could use your phone? I'll pay if I have to." I cleared my throat.

"Yeah, sure." He pulled out the phone and handed it to me. I quickly dialed Monica and Rachel's number and waited for someone to pick up.

"Hello?" I heard Rachel's voice.

"Rach? I–I need someone to pick me up. Is my brother around?" I asked her.

"No, but I can get Joey." She replied. A couple of moments later, his voice came onto the phone.

"Joey, could you pick me up? I know we aren't talking or anything and that you're mad at me, but—" I felt tears come to my eyes.

"Telling me all about how great your date is going? I really don't care." He responded angrily.

"Please. I'm at La Mirabelle." I begged him, but I heard him hang up the phone. I let out a shaky breath and handed the bartender the phone before going back to the table.

"Do you want to go back to my place? I'll let you finish your drink." He pushed it towards me. I nodded my head and took a sip.

"Good thing I didn't order alcohol." I chuckled before finishing it up. "Actually, I need to go back to work because we have this new line coming in." I quickly stood up but felt my head start to spin. I sat back down and closed my eyes, holding a hand up to my forehead.

"Feeling alright? Here, let me take you to the bathroom." He linked arms with me and headed over to the back. I slowly felt myself lose control over parts of my body. He held me up before running his hands up and down my body, squeezing my ass and my chest.

"Let...me...go." I slurred out, trying to get him off of me. He placed harsh kissed on my lips before trailing off to my neck. Suddenly, I felt someone push him off of me. I looked over to see the bartender from before.

"I've already notified the police. Are you alright, ma'am?" He asked me. I nodded my head but then started shaking my head once everything settled in. This could have been so much worse if no one found me. Once the police arrested the man, a couple EMTs took me to the hospital to check me out. As soon as I was about to leave, I saw Ross and Rachel by the sliding door.

"Suparna!" She yelled at me, running over to me. The tears came streaming down once again.

"He...he touched me...and put something into my drink..." I sobbed into her shoulder. She rubbed my back gently.

"I know, honey. Oh, God...I'm so sorry this happened to you. I'm so sorry." She cried with me. I pulled away from her after calming down a bit.

"C–Can you take me home? I just want to get out of these clothes." I felt disgusted having to wear the same dress from earlier.

"Of course." Ross nodded his head, and the three of us headed out. Once we got to the building, Rachel didn't want to leave me alone, so she stayed with me at my apartment. She got me some clothes for me to put on to get comfortable since I just stayed on the couch. I showered and got changed. A little later, she even ordered us some Chinese food.

"You poor thing. Suparna..." She pet my hair.

"He put some type of drug into my drink. If it wasn't for the bartender, who knows where I'd be?" I turned to her.

"The important thing is you're here. Completely safe." She kissed the side of my head. Suddenly, someone came running into the apartment.

"Suparna? Suparna? Where is she?" I heard Joey's voice.

"H–Here." I stuttered out, glancing back at him.

"I'll leave you two alone." Rachel headed over to my brother's apartment as Joey sat down.

"God, I don't deserve this. I don't deserve to be around you." He immediately stood up and went over to the other side of the apartment.

"What do you mean?" I sniffled a little, bringing the blanket closer into me.

"You called me for help, and I let my ego get in the way. You wouldn't be in this mess if I didn't let my stupid self get in the way." He sat down on the ground, his face in his hands. With the blanket wrapped around me, I stood up and walked over to him slowly.

"Don't blame yourself. I was being a horrible friend when I said you had too much sex." I held my hand out to him.

"But you got hurt." He looked up at me with tears in his eyes.

"To be honest, I was more hurt when you said my opinion mattered to you. I was being an idiot." I brushed away one of his tears. "Come on. I'm in the mood for movies." He grabbed my hand gently. I led us to the couch, and we sat down, but he did something completely unexpected. He pulled me into his lap. I put my head on his chest while he found Dirty Dancing playing.

"I don't deserve you as a friend." He kissed the top of my forehead. Yeah. As a friend.

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Mark Wahlberg as Dominic Carrillo