You have e-mail.

Several days passed and Julie went to school and kept her regular routine. She hadn't heard from the blackmailer since the closet room blowjob. It was now the weekend and Julie hadn't made any plans except to relax and do her home work. She sat on her bed with the pillows propped up behind her against the headboard. It was quiet and she was deep into reading when 3 simple words scared her half to ****.

"You have mail," her computer informed her from the other side of the room.

She raised her eyes and saw a popup window on the screen with an envelope on it. She reached beside her to the night stand and picked up her bookmark, then slid it between the books pages. After closing the book she laid it on the bed and climbed off the edge. Julie walked over to her computer and clicked on the envelope icon. Quickly it loaded up the web-browser and opened the e-mail to view. She read the sender's address and suiting enough, she whispered it to herself "[email protected]." She laughed, but it came out weakly. She knew it was a mix of excitement and fear at once. The e-mail was only a couple lines long and read as this...

Julie,

you've done well so far. However, there are still many more pictures for you to get. I would like to play a little game and the way I see it... you have **** but to play with me. The game goes like this... Today is Saturday and the school is closed. Sitting in Mr. Horton's mailbox is an envelope. On Monday morning he is the first person at the school and always checks his mailbox before even unlocking the doors for everybody else. The cleaners are at the school today between the hours of 12 noon to 2pm. I suggest you convince them to let you in, unless you want the principal to see what is in that envelope.

• your blackmailer.

Julie swallowed hard and looked at her watch it was 11:30, she had half an hour till the cleaners would arrive at the school. She had seen them around before and most of them were men. And most of them were perverts who liked to stare at little school girls, and clean the locker rooms at the wrong times. She knew what she might have to do to get into the school and the thought brought back memories of sucking the blackmailer's cock in the dark closet.