:: Tell him you were raped.
<<set $billy.love += 5>>"[[Billy]]," [[you|You]] say as calmly as you can, "your stepfather raped me."

"Yeah, right," he says.  "That was some rape with you jerking yourself off and wriggling and moaning like a whore.  You know, I don't care that you're gay, but I can't believe you just fucked my disgusting stepfather!"

"I told you, Billy.  He raped me.  You've got to believe me," you insist.  All of a sudden, the events of the last few days are all just too much for you and you burst into tears.

Billy pulls the car over to the side of the deserted country road and sits there for a while, still fuming, while you sob uncontrollably.  You can't believe you're about to lose your best friend over this.  You're ashamed of what a coward you've been.  What kind of a man just lets what happened to you happen to you?  Billy's right.  You're not only not a man; you're not even a woman.  No self-respecting woman would have let that disgusting brute use her like that without at least putting up a fight.  You could have bitten him.  You could have screamed.  You could have fought him.  You weep and your increasingly soft and feminine body is wracked with sobs.

"Aww, Parker," Billy says.  "Come on, stop crying."  He reaches over and awkwardly pats you on the arm.  "I didn't mean that, Parker.  You're still my best friend.  I don't know what's going on with you, but I want to understand."

Through your tears, you choke out, "No, you're right, Billy.  I must be some kind of whore or something now.  I am such a coward.  All he had to do was threaten me a little and I just let him put his filthy cock in my mouth.  I should have screamed.  I should have hit him.  I should have bitten it off!"

"But he might have really hurt you," Billy says, stroking your hair.  He lifts your face up a little.  "It's all right, Parker.  What were you supposed to do?"

"Yeah, but then when he..."  You are interrupted by a large sob.  "...when he raped me, it started feeling good.  What kind of a person enjoys being raped?"

"Parker," Billy says.  "That's just a physical reaction.  I read somewhere that it's not uncommon for rape victims.  It doesn't mean you enjoyed it.  It doesn't mean you asked for it.  It sure doesn't mean it's your fault."  He starts softly caressing you as you continue crying and even puts his arms around you rather awkwardly since you're still in the car.  Surprisingly, you find that his words and his arms around you are making you feel better.

"I'm sorry I yelled at you, Parker," he says.  "I do believe you."  You cry for a bit longer and he just holds you while you do.  When you're done, he says, "All right, let's get you back to the Andersons."

He starts back up the car and drives you home.  You feel better by the time you arrive.  When you get there, Billy says, "You know, Parker, if you trust the Andersons, maybe we should talk to them about what my stepfather did to you tonight.  He really should be punished."

You consider this and agree that this sounds like a good idea.  "All right," you say.  "Will you go in with me?"

"You couldn't stop me," he responds. 

[[Continue.|Go see the Andersons.]]