Mark thought he was so clever. Putting those cameras everywhere. Damn he got some good film

of Shane. It wasn’t that he had a crush on her, it was more like he envied her. He wanted to

know her tricks of the trade. Filming them having ***** was wrong, but it would work perfectly

for his documentary. Shane, on the other hand, would think differently.

“Jenny, come ‘ere for a second.”

“What is it?”

“What does that look like to you?”

“Uhhh, what exactly are we looking at, Shane?”

“That. See it in the corner up there? It looks like a camera, doesn’t it?”

“*****. It is a camera.”

“Mark.”

Mark was on his way home. He couldn’t wait to turn on his little camcorder and tape the two

*****’s in action. This was the best assignment ever! Maybe he could round up some of their

friends to add to his footage. He was sure that he could get tons of insight that way.

Things were really looking up for him.

He walked up to the door and turned the key in the lock. As he entered, he switched his

camcorder on and said a hefty hello to the women of the house.

“So, how are my two lovely lesbians doing on this gorgeous Saturday afternoon?”

“***** you mark.”

“Shane, ouch! What’s with the evil eyes?”

“Jenny and I found your little cameras.”

There was a long silence throughout the room. Marks face flushed and he stuttered as he

began to speak.

“M-M-My cameras.”

“Yeah, Mark. You know, those things you put up in our BEDROOMS!”

Jenny was not amused either. *****. He was in so much trouble.

“Give me the tapes, Mark. Right now.”

“Shane, just hear me out. It was for the documentary. It could open minds, it could be a

***** revelation!”

“Here’s a ***** revelation for you, Mark. Give us the ***** tapes and get the ***** out!”

Mark new there was no way out. Good thing he had made back up copies.

“Ok Ok.”

“NOW!”

Mark led both women to his studio. He gathered the tapes and handed them over.

“There’s more. This can’t be everything.”

Mark picked up one more tape.

“That’s the last one, I swear. I’m sorry, I just think that this would make such a great

piece.”

“You can take your piece and shove it.”

“You have one hour to get your ***** and leave. If you refuse, we won’t hesitate to call the

police. Have a nice day.”

Shane and Jenny both walked back into the house.

“Can you believe that scum?”

“Jenny, do you think we should call the police?”

“*****, I don’t know. Probably. What if he’s got copies and he puts them on the internet?”

“Good point. Maybe we should call Bette, get her legal advice.”

“I’ll get the phone.”