She pretends to know nothing

“What are you talking about, Mr. Patterson?” The way she bats her eyes innocently at me is just daring me to do something about her teasing.

You don't know anything about pictures sent to my phone?” Because I'm looking for it, I see a flicker of satisfaction before she shakes her head slowly staring up at me in pretend confusion.

“Pictures, Sir? Did someone take some pictures of you?” I smile at the way Alison is drawing this out and settle down on the couch by her side.

“Maybe it would be easier if I show you.” This time the grin on my cheeky tenant's face is impossible to miss, but then she composes herself and nods her head timidly and takes off her glasses to get a better look at the image. When she sees the first nude pop up on my phone, she is ready with a shocked gasp.

“Oh Mr. Patterson! That's awful.” After a brief pause, she continues in a hushed conspiratorial whisper, “Do you know who this is, Sir?” Her big eyes suddenly widen in alarm, “Oh, you don't think it was me?” She looks so sweet and innocent that I can feel the urge to defile her grow even stronger.

“Well, you can see that whoever took these selfies was careful to keep any identifying characteristics from giving her away.” I begin and Alison gets a self-satisfied expression that gets even more confident as I continue, “and they used a burner phone, so that can't be traced.”

“What are you going to do, Mr. Patterson?” I let her think she's safe for a brief moment before touching the manicured fingers resting on my hand. “She did however make one little mistake.” Her confidence is suddenly replaced with concern as I explain her mistake. “I noticed when you visited on Tuesday that in addition to wearing make-up you had your nails done - they're very pretty by the way -” By this time Alison is squirming in her seat, looking very much like a high school student who realizes she's in big trouble when I scroll down to the closeup of her nipple being pinched. “When I saw this very naughty close-up, I knew at once who was sending these inappropriate sexts.”

“Oh Mr. Patterson, I'm so sorry!” Her fingers curl tightly around mine and she licks her full lips nervously. “I wasn't going to send them, but Maria dared me to, and she had the old phone so I thought you wouldn't be able to know for sure ... I'm so sorry Mr. Patterson.” And then, after a long pause she asks me what I'm going to do.

“Are you going to tell my parents?” I can just imagine what Alison's conservative religious parents would do if their high school aged daughter was caught doing a prank like this.

“I think that would be the first thing.” I nod somberly, “and to protect myself, I should report this to the police too.”

“The police!” The alarm on her pretty face grows, “Mr. Patterson, no. I can't get in trouble with the police. I have a scholarship... I could lose everything...” I try to pull my phone free from her hands, but she holds on tight and slides to the floor, so she is kneeling before me in supplication. “Mr. Patterson, please, there must be something I can do...”

I had planned to wait for the weekend to finish this little schoolgirl scenario, but damn!