She was lying

Martin didn't want to talk about his humiliating lingerie photoshoot, but the possibilities were making him sick with fear. He eventually sucked it up and went to speak with Delia about it.

"So, what grade did you get on that uh... Project I helped you with?" Martin stood anxiously in his sister's doorway.

"Oh, there never was a project," she replied casually, not looking up from her laptop.

"What?"

Delia turned her laptop around. She had a file full of all of the humiliating photos. "I was thinking of posting them on FaceBook, though. They're great shots."

"No!" Martin begged. "Please no, what do I have to do?"