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Jodi was staring at the picture that had been left on her desk. The boys were obviously still trying to mess with her. She should have called the police. She was here this morning and had no idea who they were. They could be in any of her classes. What was she going to do? What were they going to do next? What if she kept their secret and the pictures ended up on the internet? How could she explain that if she hadn’t said anything before it happened?
It was time for her first class to start. Students started coming in and soon the bell rang for class to begin. Jodi fell into the routine of the day, handing back papers and sharing the really good ones with the class. The day went by quickly and by the end it seemed like the night before had been a dream.
Jodi left at the same time as the students that day; there was no extra work that needed to be done. As she walked to her car she noticed a note under the windshield wiper. It was another brown manila envelope. Inside was a picture of her bound to the bed and being fucked by men wearing masks. On the back of the picture was a note.
Miss Scottoline,
We had a great time last night, but we’re not done with you yet. We’ve kept our secret. No one knows what a whore you were last night. If you want to keep it that way, come to the abandoned house on Trent Street, five blocks from the school. Be there at 6:00 tonight. Tell no one!
Jodi began to have what she thought must be a panic attack. Her heart was beating too fast. She became very light headed. The world began to swirl around her and she passed out.
She woke up just a second or two later. A cold sweat covered her body and she felt a little refreshed by it. She got in her car and drove home. She had a few hours before her appointment.
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