I’M AT THE STATION in ten minutes. I dash inside and run to Helen’s office. Even before I get there, I can hear her yelling, “No, NO! Dammit, NO!”
“What is it, honey?” I ask as I enter her office.
“Everything,” she says weakly, scrolling down her computer. “You gotta see this. But prepare yourself.”
I move around to her side of the desk so I can see what she’s looking at.
“Oh, my dear Lord!” I whisper.
On her screen are several pictures depicting some of the most shocking s****l escapades I’ve ever seen. I mean, I am a priest but I wasn’t born that way, and I did see a few porn videos in college, but nothing like this.
“They came into my email from an anonymous sender about fifteen minutes ago,” she explains, “right before you called.”
I stare in horror, my stomach turning, as pictu
