What would you do?

   When you are 19 and trying your hand in photography, you take what you can get. You don't turn down a job opportunity or dismiss someone who appreciates what you do.
   So... when the most influencial man in your town says he likes what you do, you smile like an idiot and accept the compliment as graciously as you can. He asks you out to dinner to talk about a possible job and all you can do is agree whole heartedly.
   Afterwards, he asks you back to his place to talk and you feel slightly wary. He is twice your age after all. You agree anyways because you need the job.
   You arrive and he sits you in the living room, giving you a glass of champagne, insisting that no one will care if he said it was all right. He talks too much about himself and asks too much about you. He gets too personal and too close. However, your mind is still on the money and you don't really notice. Not until he rests his hand so far up your thigh, it doesn't really count as leg anymore. You begin your rebuttle, but he is already on top of you.
   Squirming won't help you now. He likes that. Screaming won't do any good. No one can hear you. Telling later is pointless. The police are putty in his strong, controlling hands. He asks you, "Didn't you need the job?" He doesn't wait for your answer. "I'll make this as quick as possible. All you need to do is keep that pretty little mouth of yours shut."
   So, what do you do? You lay there and take it with tears streaming down your face because you're only 19 and he has power. Who would believe your word over his?