The B.N.W.O. Trap
"But then later, I was thinking about it all... and I thought, if she didn't know what it was why did she ask me? I mean, if you want to know something you just Google it right? So why me, why me specifically... not Sylvie or Jess or Vanessa, she came to ME. I mean we good friends, but I ain't close with her like those other girls are you know... I mean, but WE know WHY, don't we Tony?"
You half smiled nervously...
"So my guess is IF she didn't know before, and that's a pretty big IF, then surely she would have Googled it later anyway. So in the end, she's gonna know... whether you like it or not."
"Fuck..." you breathe, panic truly setting in now.
"Now me, I ain't got no problem with you jerking off to interracial porn, like I said it's mainstream now, I know my sister watches it, hell my Mother probably watches it... but if Beth Googles it and she finds out what the 'B.N.W.O.' is really all about then you need to decide how you want this to play out. Cos the time's gonna come where you are gonna have to answer some difficult questions and make some difficult choices... right?"
You looked at the floor again, panic coursing through your veins... how could this have all gone so bad so quick. Or deep down did you want her to find the folder, is that why you left it on the desktop, so obvious and in plain sight?