Trish has a plan

You wouldn't say Trish is the most maternal person out there, but a girlfriend who's cried her eyes out stirs her motherly instincts. Before you know what happened you find yourself carried to the couch and swaddled in blankets. Then she works on both massaging your tightly wound shoulders and preparing some hot chocolate. Finally, steaming cocoa in hand you're able to tell her about what happened.

"Those harpies... those venomous bitches!" she says, looking angry enough that you worry she's going to crush the mug she's holding. "And that queen bitch on the phone - how, when, why the fuck did she... rargh!"

You have to grab Trish and hold her close to keep her from beating the crap out of something. On the one hand it improves your mood remarkably to see just how much she wants to protect you. On the other hand it makes you feel utterly weak. You need her help now. You have to suck in a sob as you admit that to yourself. You're not a real man anymore, not even on the inside. You've turned into a needy pregnant girl who wants her lover to take care of her no matter what.

Trish holds you close and you cuddle against her. There's no sex tonight - you're far to ripped up, emotionally, to want that. But you fall asleep in the strong arms of your protector, your head nestled between her breasts, your ear to her heart.

Come morning you find that Trish has left you sometime during the night. Panic! But then you turn your head and see her sitting at the tiny residence room table. She's got headphones on and she's watching something with an intensity you've rarely seen. Normally that's an intensity she reserves for you when you decide to surprise her with a striptease.

When she notices you're awake she comes over and kisses you. "I've got some news for you, baby," she says, stroking your hair. She brings the laptop over and shows you a video of you out on a date with one of the young men your tormentor set you up with. You seize up, but Trish holds you close and makes you watch. The video, one of many, shows you dating the men. Most of it is from the dance club, though bits have been spliced in from your arrival there and your departure.

The videos have been edited. Rather professionally too. Three dates are even cut together to make it look like you arrived at the club with one guy, then seduced a second. It's implied that you went off and banged him, then came back and started dancing with the first guy. After that a handsome black guy appears - the one black guy you picked - and suddenly you're dancing with him. The last shot is him helping you into his car. Someone edited a giggle into the soundtrack so it looks like you got wasted and let a cute black guy take you home. There are also some pictures that were clearly shot closer to home. They show your face pressed against the widow as Trish rails you from behind.

"I feel so violated. Like I'm naked in front of everybody," you mumble into her sleeve.

"Look, we knew other girls at school were going to find out you were pregnant..."

"This isn't like that. I wanted to tell Beth and Zoey and, and..." Yeah, you never really planned out exactly how that was going to happen.

"Hey, hey - what have you got to be embarrassed about?"

"My naked tits plastered all over the internet."

"Meh, lots of girls do that by accident. All I see is a hot young chick taking life by the horns and dating guys she likes. The fuck is so bad about that? I think it's kind of hot."

"Makes me look like a slut."

"People will believe what they want. Anyway... forget all that! I think I know exactly what to do." You're so surprised you lie back on the couch and listen to everything she has to say.