You're going to own it

Trish gets the laptop set up playing another video of you out on a date. Then she worms in behind you so that you're nestled between her legs and her arms are wrapped around your waist. The video would probably make you uncomfortable but the feeling of being cocooned by your lover's limbs leaves you feeling warm and safe. You watch, feeling detached, as the movie plays through. Once again it's been cut to leave you looking like a cheap, easy date.

"Tell me what you see" Trish whispers in your ear.

"It looks like I'm out hooking up with all sorts of boys."

"But you're not, are you?"

"Well no..."

"So whatever it looks like you're not a slut. And you didn't get paid, so you're certainly not a whore."

"I don't see how this is helping."

Trish uses her fingers to gently rub the sides of your belly before she continues. "It's simple. You are actually a good little Christian girl, just like the school wanted you to be."

"Oh sure!"

"Really. Here, listen - how many men have you slept with?"

"Uh..."

"Assuming I count: one. And this one single guy - that is, this one single cock you took inside your precious slit - got you pregnant."

You squirm, but Trish just keeps massaging you and kissing your neck until you start moaning contentedly.

"So you got knocked up by your first lover. And I did the right thing and married you." She pulls on your hand and you feel the warmth of your wedding band being slipped over your ring finger. "There, see? You got pregnant out of wedlock but you got married right away. And now you're happily married to your loving husband."

"None of that matters to the girls at school!"

"It will. Because you are going to tell them."

"What?"

"I checked. They don't actually ban you from entering the school. They can't do that - they just ban you from coming to class. The library has to stay open and available to you because of some state law. So as long as you aren't... disruptive... you can come and go as you please."

"But, but, you want me to go back there? How can I show my face?"

"Sweetheart, I just told you. You and I are going to watch these vids until you don't even flinch. We're going to practice every mean catcall and name they can possibly come up with. And you are going to walk into that school and own it. You're not going to hide - not my lovely wife! You're going to stride in there like you're in charge and if anyone asks you'll tell them that you never slept with any of those guys. The movies are all fakes - not that I bet very many of them will have the balls to actually ask you. No, bitches like to whisper behind your back, but that shit doesn't work if you hold your head up high."

You just sit there, mouth hanging open. You've rarely heard so much fire in Trish's voice. She is pissed and she is determined! It makes your heart flutter as you realize how much work she must have put into coming up with this idea. The bags under her eyes - did she even sleep last night?

"See Jane? See how it is?" she asks with a manic undertone in her voice. "You're a good little Christian girl who married the love of her life. And you tried to take precautions, you tried not to get pregnant - but when you did you kept the baby. Cause there was no way you were aborting your lover's child. You hid the wedding band because you didn't want to have to answer too many questions, but now that the secret's out you're gonna wear that ring with pride."

"Oh, oh Trish!" you say, breaking into tears despite your efforts.

"Yeah, you're gonna show those bitches the one thing their parents never wanted them to see: A happy, pregnant teen. Still studying, still going to college. And I'll be your little secret. Heh, I'll be the 'husband' you 'just don't want to talk about' now that so many other parts of your private life are out there for everyone to see."