No one. Blowjob porn I was caught. I was listening, too. Hell, she could have planted tons of shit all over to implicate me in…something. I couldn’t leave that. My brain said my paranoia was stupid, the police wouldn’t call first. I had to wash it, clean off all traces of…well, anything that might be on it. Funny how clinical sex with a nun-fanatic prepared you for something like this. I knew that if I touched my phone now, I would get my DNA on the glove. If I couldn’t control myself, then she would. Or where she had stabbed them. She liked to dress up as a nun, and everything I did to her had to be clinically sanitary—which even didn’t make sense in the long run, as she swallowed everything I gave her. He took me under his wing, gave me the skills with cameras and lighting, pointed me out to the right people. Fuck it all.
