Twenty-Three
Mark called Josie, while she was walking to school through City Park, on the Friday morning after the Phantom of the Opera weekend. He was straight to the point, a simple choice for her to consider - s*x or exposure. While she listened, he explained that she could meet him for s*x or he could send the photos to Paul, and to the principal of her nice, little, Catholic girls’ school. He laughed, and suggested that Paul might forgive her, he was such a sap anyway, but he wasn’t laughing when he said he couldn’t see her keeping her job at that nice, little, convent school, once she had been outed as an adulterous lesbian. His final barb was that he was sure her father would love to see the photos.
Josie stopped walking. Her mind was racing, along with her heartbeat. There was no
