” I was even more confused.“Hi Davey,” said a voice that brought chills to me. “This is Wendy...”“Are you calling to ask me to try to get ...d to stop pestering you... ?” I began.“Who... ?” she asked. That alone made me feel weird. Ed, one of my best friends was going seemingly crazy over this girl and she barely remembered him. That set off a bunch of red flags in my head. I felt like a fly, stuck in a spider’s web. I was already trapped, and there was no way the spider was just gonna let me. Do it by Friday. I don't need you falling behind the othergirls... I mean, the girls."With that, he could've sworn he saw the beginnings of a snide grin. Was shedoing this to humiliate him, or just drive him away?Parker and Tisha were waiting for Greg in the hall, and invited him alongto the student break room with them.As they walked, Tisha asked what Miss Marlow had said. Greg just told hershe was reminding him about the waxing."So, what are you going to do?" Parker asked. "Are you going to. He climbed on top of her as they both began to moan loudly. I quickly closed the video. I felt like I was intruding on their privacy. "What the hell?" I said. I opened it up, and they were still going. He didn't last this long with me. ‘There is more,' the anonymous friend said as another email popped up. I opened it. This time it was a blonde. It was another hotel room. Another email, a brunette, another hotel room. Another email this time with two blondes. ‘Stop!' I sent back. ‘How many?'. And my addiction is, Im sexually attracted to children. I am a pedophile. One reason I kept giving Juan credit is that even with his suspicions about my secret life as a pedophile he continued to bring his young daughters around me, almost to the point of teasing me with them. Juan will bring his daughters in on Saturday mornings when there are very few people around and Im in my office by myself doing the weeks bookwork. But several times when Juan did not think I could see him, I have caught.