He turned both of them on, then slipped the tape out of the sleeve and shoved it into the slot on the VCR. The picture flickered as the “autoplay”...function engaged, and he stepped back to sit on the couch as the movie began to play. He grabbed the remote and fast-forwarded through all of the conversation and plot bullshit that he didn’t have the least interest in seeing, slowing the movie down to the normal playing speed once the sex scenes started. He sat there, wide eyed and his mouth hanging. In fact, she denied it for the first two months. I didn't tell her what I had seem exactly, just made it clear that I knew something was up. I had seen what I had seen and even though she played it off, after a few months of asking her all kinds of questions, trying to get her to come clean, I was finally breaking ground. After proclaiming for so long that she would never fuck a black guy, and I was gross for thinking so, she finally admitted that when we had first met, she originally wanted to. ”“Aren’t you worried about getting in trouble? Half the girls were about to storm off the floor and find any male they could once they heard you two going at it.”“Well, it was something Diane said that made me realize it was possible. They warned us against breaking the quarantine, but specifically said we can’t leave the ‘building’ or we’d be sent home. I went back and rewatched the video and she was right.”“Huh, that girl Missy was removed, but you’re right, she tried to sneak into the other. "Let's see, one of these has her jewelry. I think it was a red box," Jaclyn said. Dylan treaded through the attic, looking for something that looked promising. He opened one box, only to find old photo albums inside."Look, Mom's wedding dress," Jaclyn said. She examined the shimmering white gown before sadly putting it back in the box. As she did, she felt something slide off and onto the attic floorboards. Curious, Jaclyn picked up the strange object.It was a key. It looked like pure brass,.