I love you and I could grow to love her as you do and her me." She didn't know what to say. She was fluctuating between love and hate so quickly not e...en she could keep up. "And no one will ever know about us, about what we've done or might do?" This time it was Linda's turn to find her voice. "Will do" I corrected. They both started to read the contract. After asking a little on some key points they both signed. "Okay then get dinner cleaned up and we'll begin."They were mumbling to each other. It's just one more thing I'll have to do that I won't be proud of in the end.After class today, I pulled Minnie aside and invited her to meet me at a hotel this Saturday night so we could have more privacy and more fun. She was thrilled, seeming genuinely excited. I watched her pert ass wiggle as she walked away, a skip in her step. My eyes closed and I shook my head... Blackmail's a bitch.~XNovember 11th,Dear Journal -Saturday night came around and Brownstone and I arrived at the hotel well. CeeJay was in a fog.Samantha and Charlotte had left, as had Terry and Crissy.So he danced with his frat's president, Dennis Reilly. CeeJay, likeeveryone else who knew him, thought Reilly was an obnoxious prick. ButDennis didn't recognize CeeJay and thought he was a girl. But then, everybody knew that Reilly was a couple dozen cards short of full deck. It was a slow dance. And as the music ended, CeeJay figured he'd makeDennis' day. It wouldn't take much, a quick peck on the cheek.That was. What do you know?” I asked.“A lot has happened in the last week. Aaron called me and I started digging into the actual ownership of the club. Turns out the club, and Steve’s house were owned by a company.” Chris said.“What company?” I asked.“A fake one.” Aaron replied.“Fake? How does that work?” I asked, clearly confused.“It’s a real company, but it’s a shell. Based in another country. They have a US address, but it’s a PO Box. Typical for a business that wants to hide what it’s doing.” Chris.