“Connie!” Grayson banged on her front door that night, interrupting her love session with a bowl of mint chocolate chip ice cream. “Connie? We gotta talk.”
“God, what’s going on now?” She answered the door with sticky fingers. “Why are you yelling on my porch like a madman?”
Grayson tossed a large envelope at her as he crossed the threshold. “You want to explain this?”
The envelope stuck to her fingers. “What’s going on?”
“Look in the damn envelope, Connie.” He trudged into the living room and sat on the couch with every vein in his forehead throbbing.
Connie tugged inside the torn envelope and pulled out photos of her in the act of undressing. “Oh, my god.” She rummaged through them, realizing the caller had taken the pictures while she stripped for him. “No, no, no, no, no.”
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