It’s wonderful, as if I’m privy to her thoughts, reading her diary. Scarlett may be smart, a shrewd thing (not a person, a thing), but she is careless in many ways, which is to my advantage. She has a file called PW. No guess as to what it contains. When I open the file, I smile. It has passwords to her Hotmail account, a blog she wrote, her Facebook account, her twitter account – everything! Feeling smug, I close the file and peruse more files. Photos seemed to be her thing. Most of them of her – salacious, borderline porn star poses. Someone’s head-over-heels in love with herself. (Bet she calls her own name when she comes.) But what catches my attention are photos of her with guys. Different guys! What have we here? Excited, I quickly flip through photos, and when I see photos of her having sex with guys, I shake my head. There are photos of her performing fellatio on different guys, pictures of her with her ankles around their necks and with her straddling them naked.
