Just a few more steps… You're almost there. Don't look back. Just open the door and run for it. Ignore her room. You don't want to go there. You need to just get out of the house. A little fresh air, that'll clear your mind. Almost there now… GO! RUN! RUN! OK, you're past her room. Now just keep walking, get out of the house and go someplace safe. Somewhere she won't look for you. Like… André? No, that's the first place she'd look. Cat? She couldn't keep it secret. Robbie? I think she knows where he lives.

…Jade? Will she let me in? She has to, right? I mean, she owes me one. And even Jade wouldn't leave somebody outside in this weather. I should've brought a jacket… Should I go b– no! Don't go back. That's just tempting fate. You know she's going to catch you, and then she'll do it again. And you know you won't resist. You're weak. Don't risk it. And stop thinking about it, or you'll end up turning around. Get to Jade's, have her tie you to a mast, and then think things through.

Being the idiot that I am, I don't realise until three minutes into the walk that I don't know Jade's address or phone number. By this time, I'm soaked and cold, and I've got half a mind to turn around and go back home. At least Trina would be warm… The other half of my mind thankfully slaps some sense into the stupid half, and I decide to head to Beck's instead. Probably not the safest place to hide, but he has to have Jade's address. Maybe he could even give me a ride.

Five minutes later, two things have been achieved. First, I managed to get to where Beck lives. Second, my clothes have soaked up as much rain as they possibly can. Even my bra feels moist – and I'm wearing two layers above it. You can probably understand why etiquette feels like a luxury I cannot afford at this moment. Of course, there are also other, more practical reasons for knocking on a door before entering, but those reasons slipped my mind at the moment. The sight that greets me is a pretty damn good reminder. I guess I could take comfort in the fact that they're doing it missionary, but it's a small comfort at best.

Now I'm in a bit of a tough spot… Opening a door tends to be much quieter than closing it. Wouldn't be a problem normally, but it leaves me with very little options. I can't leave: they'd hear me for sure. That, and it's still raining outside. But if I stay, they'll notice me when they're done, and it's going to be mighty awkward explaining why I was in the same RV as them during the act…

The problem is 'solved' for me when I accidentally back up into a trashcan. It topples loudly, drawing their attention to my position. As they stare, I can't help but wonder if there's a Hallmark card for this situation. If there is, the best course of action would be to leave now and send them one of those later… There probably isn't. Explanation time.

"Hey… So, heh, you're probably wondering why I'm here…" Beck nods with an amused smile – wait, he's amused! – playing around his lips; Jade doesn't respond with anything other than a stone-cold glare. "I was actually looking for you, Jade, but I didn't know where to look, so I figured Beck might know, and…. well, I found you! Heh… heh." Judging by her continued glare, Jade doesn't appreciate my attempt at humour. I totally understand.

Only when I turn to close the door does Jade speak up. "Hey, what are you doing? Get out of here!" I freeze in place and turn my head towards her. She continues: "We weren't finished. You sure as hell aren't staying to watch. Get out."

"…But it's raining," I weakly protest. Jade rolls her eyes and looks about ready to physically toss me out, but Beck holds her back. I mouth him a 'thank you'; he nods and motions towards the couch. I hesitate (Jade still doesn't look happy), but I can't very well decline a second couch-motioning. After clearing a small area of black clothing (by the way, Jade's bra is really pretty – I wonder if she'd take me shopping sometime), I sit down and look at the two of them in bed. For such an awkward moment, the atmosphere actually feels pretty relaxed: even Jade seems to have accepted my presence, if only because she has no other option.

"So, what brings you here?"

Oh god. He asked the dreaded question. I should have anticipated it; I should have prepared a story, but now the question's out there. And I'm a terrible liar… But what choice do I have? Either I try to come up with something, or they find out that I was enjoyably raped by my sister. Enjoyably raped… There's two words you don't usually see together.

"I'm hiding from my sister." Now all I can do is hope that they won't ask any further questions. Naturally, they do. They also stare at me funny when I don't answer straight away. "She… she wants something from me." Beck mouths an 'o' while Jade starts laughing. My cheeks start burning: they're probably well aware of Trina's sexual prowess. She doesn't exactly make a secret of it, after all…

"She… she came on to you?" Jade manages to ask through her laughing fit. My cheeks burn hotter as I nod; it's met with even louder laughter from Jade. Beck looks at her disapprovingly, but I can tell that he's holding back a smile himself. It appears that my predicament is funny now. Jade's laughter calms down a little, and she asks the follow-up question: "So how did you escape?" I bite my lip and look away. I mean, I didn't really escape at all… Jade sees this, and (to my surprise) her smile goes away. "Oh my god… You mean she…?" I nod. "Oh… Tori, that's… Are you OK?"

…Huh. You know what, I think I actually am. I mean, yeah, I'm a bit scared of an encore, but I don't feel traumatised or anything. Jade and Beck sit up a little, awaiting my answer. Both of them look worried, though I'm not sure if it's for my well-being or because I haven't answered the question yet. I slowly start nodding. "Yeah. Yeah, I'm OK."

The naked couple exchanges a glance, then look back at me. I'm present-minded enough to catch on. "What?" They now look down. Or rather, they look somewhere that specifically isn't my eyes. My alarm bells are going off as hard as they possibly can at this point. "Tell me! What's the matter?" They have that 'should-I-tell-her-or-will-you' look, and apparently they decided that Jade should tell me. I always wondered how couples could do that without words. Then again, I suppose that if you've been dating for two years, you work out some secret symbols to keep outsiders out of your business. And I digress…

"Well… Cat came to me about a week ago, and she said the exact same thing." Jade sees my confusion and continues her explanation (more impatiently than she should, by the way – it's not my fault she's so vague). "She got… seduced by Trina, and she didn't seem to mind either." I feel like I should correct her on the 'didn't mind' part, but if I'm very honest, I really didn't mind at the time… Hell, the reason I'm here at all is because I needed to get away from the temptation. Maybe I could arrange for Cat to be around more often… If Jade's to be believed, Cat could satisfy Trina and then she wouldn't come to me and I wouldn't have to resist anything. You know, as long as I can keep my own urges under control.

…Wait a second. Cat? As in, the innocent little redhead who's always smiling and refuses to use dirty words? It's always the ones you least expect… Although it was with Trina, so she probably didn't have much choice in the matter.

In any case, this gives me a goal and a solution of sorts… I should go talk to Cat, and see if she and I can work something out. I know it's selfish to use Cat as Trina's booty call, but she sorta benefits from the arrangement too, right? I can't feel guilty for saving my own purity. And I'm going to mentally repeat that until I convince myself of it.

Jade and Beck are still staring at me, undoubtedly wondering if I've lost the ability to speak. "Alright, I'm going to talk to Cat! Thanks, Jade!" She waves her hand as if to say 'whatever', I wave them goodbye and step outside. Straight into the pouring rain. You'd think that California would have nicer weather than this, honestly… Before I can turn around and correct my mistake, the door locks behind me and I can faintly hear Jade's seductive voice from inside the RV.

I manage to find some shelter beneath a tree and call Cat. Go ahead, call me lazy. I've had my share of walking through rain today, and I'm not doing any more. Besides, I'm sure Cat won't mind giving me a ride. Compared to the favour I'm planning to ask of her, it's nothing.

"Hey! Cat here!"

"Hey, Cat, it's Tori."

"Oh my gosh, Tori! You wouldn't believe what happened to me today! I was eating straw–"

"Yeah, yeah, I'd love to hear about it later. Hey, um, I'm at Beck's… Could you come pick me up? We need to talk."

"Oh… Sure! Be there in a few!"

Sure enough, she comes to pick me up. Unfortunately, she's riding a bike. A pink one, no less. She waves enthusiastically. I resist the incredibly strong urge to put my face in my palm and hop on behind her – it still beats walking, and I probably should have anticipated this from Cat. I mean, she's Cat. I know she's not stupid, but she definitely has a different way of thinking. To her, the rain is probably beautiful and makes her skin feel nice or something like that.

She talks all the way to her house. It's only a five-minute trip, and she somehow goes from strawberries to Wicked (and many topics in between) without any real transition. Believe it or not, every new subject follows logically from the previous and flows naturally into the next. It's almost a talent; in any case, I'm sure there are people who'd pay to see it. The most impressive part is that when we get to her house, her monologue is finished. It's like she rehearsed it, because her timing is downright perfect.

"…but I still wouldn't want to have green skin," she concludes as she gets off her bike and walks towards the door. I follow her, nodding like I have been for the past few minutes. I was paying attention, honest. Just don't ask me to repeat what she said, because I couldn't keep up if my life depended on it.

One hot shower later, I'm dressed in Cat's clothes (which are a few sizes too small, but I'd be a fool to complain) and sitting opposite of the perky redhead, who's staring at me expectantly. I take a deep breath and start talking: "Cat… Jade told me about what happened between you and Trina." Cat nods, excitement shining off her face. Must be happy memories for her. "Well, um… She did the same thing to me this morning."

"She made you a businessman?" Cat gasps. I frown at her odd choice of words, but nod regardless. She suppresses a giggle and motions for me to continue.

"Well, see, I don't really want it to happen again. So I was hoping you could, um, keep her satisfied? That way, she won't come to me. And you can have her more often. We all win." Cat tilts her head in confusion. Maybe she doesn't get why I don't want to have sex with Trina. Before I can explain, her head snaps up and she smiles the way only she can.

"Okay!"

…Well, that was easy. Actually, it's all suspiciously easy from that point on. Cat confirms her agreement, we go tell Trina (by car this time) and Trina accepts the arrangement without any protest. The sun even starts shining again, in spite of all forecasts. All we need is Jade showing up with home-baked cookies, and I'll know that this is all a dream. Fortunately, it's not. Cat starts coming over several times a week, Trina stops bugging me and I can live on with my purity somewhat intact.

Still… When I lay in bed and Cat's over, I find it hard to sleep. Not just because Cat is so loud, but also because her moans bring back memories. I'm well aware that it could be me in her place, and while I don't want to, my body still reacts to the thought. My fingers offer some relief, but never satisfaction. Trina… changed me. I may have prevented her from making a move, but that doesn't solve the problem of my own urges. Maybe they'll go away on their own… They say the first week is the toughest when you're recovering from addiction.

Only time will tell.

A/N: Right, so, when I said there wouldn't be more? Yeah, I lied. Here's more.

I'd like to take this moment to include a little disclaimer... Despite this being a fairly light-hearted story, I want to stress that commiting a rape is never okay, and that what Trina did in the first chapter is wrong. Just because it's played for laughs doesn't mean you should try it at home.

That being said... Go leave a review! They make me sparkle, no lie. Especially let me know if you think it should have a third chapter, or if it feels finished. I'm not quite sure on that myself.