CHAPTER 4
It was Sunday morning. Katie was at home and was wearing a light nightgown and a wrap. She felt scandalous being around the house barely dressed. She was a bank president.
And now she was prancing around like a sophomore cheerleader trying to make the varsity squad so she could fuck the senior players.
Cliff must be upstairs, which to her, was good. She didn't have to be around him and all his teenage hormones.
Cliff came down the stairs and saw his mother in her nightgown and didn't say anything or acknowledge her at all. He just got a bowl, filled it with cereal and milk and started to eat at the table.
Katies phone buzzed for a text message. She looked at it and saw it was from the blackmailer. She froze. Cliff was right here eating breakfast but ignoring her. Lost in his own thoughts.
She read the message: Well
, well. Someone is trying to be clever. Who thinks they can backtrace me through the web? That was really stupid. But then again, I like a little fun. You all have 30 minutes to send me a nude video of you dancing like a stripper at a club.
30 minutes, chop, chop ladies
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She looked over at Cliff, he didn't have his phone or tablet. It wasn't him.
She called Molly and went to her room. Cliff didn't pay any attention to her.
"What up sis?" asked Molly.
"He texted me and I think all the other women. He said ladies, plural, and now we have 30 minutes to give him a strip tease." said Katie.
"What caused this? What happened?" asked Molly.
Katie said, "He said someone tried to hack into him on the web and this is our punishment."
Molly replied "Well you did have your college professor friend go searching for the guy. But, let me call my friend and see what's up. He isn't that sloppy."
Molly texted Cliff,
can you talk?
Cliff took the phone out of his pocket and texted back
give me a few minutes, I'm in the dining room. I'll call you from my room.
Cliff finishes his cereal, washes the bowl, spoon, cleans up the counter, heads up to his room and locks the door. He calls Molly.
