" You read my journal. I had a right to read yours."Up until this point our voices had remained fairly calm. Kelley decided to try her second ploy: pi...y. "You don't understand how hard it was for me to fit in," she said, beginning to sob. "It was peer pressure. I was expected to sleep with Phillip."I had to stifle a laugh. "I'm not condemning you for doing it, Kelley. Nor, am I criticizing your reasons. But, not telling me about it was more than oversight. You were just plain devious."She was. Then, just as she was bending to pick up her chair and walk away, disgusted but determined, I gave in and rattled off my questions in quick succession:“Where do you live?” “Do you want to see me again?” “Are you going to tell your closest girlfriends what happened between us?” “If I showed up on your doorstep at home would you send me away or invite me in.” “If your mother in law came over would I have to hide in the basement until she left?’She put a stern look across her face and reached into. Stern?” Ernie asked incredulously.“Armin Stern, in fact. You might have heard of me,” I laughed now, watching the look on Ernie’s face as it dawned on him that I was a major stockholder in the firm that employed him.“Oh, of course ... Mr. Stern! Thank you for what you’ve already done for the company. I’ve heard of you indeed. But, if I might ask out of curiosity, why doesn’t she use your Christian name?” Ernie admitted his confusion.“Well, I don’t exactly have a Christian name, being Jewish,. The men behind the women were laughing as if one had told the other a joke. For Mary, the joke was that Ed Molnar was fucking Mildred Pickney while Oliver Pickney was fucking Pearl. She knew that Oliver’s hobby was photography, he had all the equipment ... even did his developing. But who was taking that picture?The next picture answered that question as well, Beth Cross was on the floor on her knees. Ed’s cock was in her mouth and Oliver was fucking her from behind. Mary knew they were all.