Plan first, involved later

Stick to the plan, Sam, you encourage yourself. One thing at a time.

With a last glance at Rebecca's exposed things, you dash to your locker. You open it, grab your laptop (and a breath mint), and head back to the shop.

You've been running, partly in fear and partly in excitement, and you pant and sweat as you resume your seat in the broadcasting studio. The transfer site is still uploading your extremely high quality video footage, so you actually haven't lost any time.

You open your laptop and get to work.

First, you log into your email. You see the exported password document, seemingly sent to you from Rachel's email account, and you open it on your computer. Everything came from Chrome (Must be a Google family like me), so you decide to go for broke. You log out of your own Gmail account and sign in to Rachel's.

You nearly salivate as the two-factor identification code shows up on her phone. You enter it and see Rachel's inbox on your computer. The newest email indicates a new login from an unfamiliar computer. Delete.

You log out of Chrome on your laptop and sign in with Rachel's credentials. I'll look forward to browsing your history later, you think slyly.

But first: Mrs. Pill.

You locate in the password list what must be her personal email address. Fucking AOL? you chortle. You know that Gmail is a stickler for two-factor authorization, but hey - there's at least a chance she hasn't activated it on her AOL email.

You head for your first time ever to aol dot com and click "login." Username, password, enter.

You've got fucking mail! you cheer as Mrs. Pill's inbox appears before you, with tens of thousands of messages that must date all the way back to her own high school days.

The newest email is an alert of an unfamiliar login to Rachel's email. Delete. You notice in Rachel's inbox an alert of an unfamiliar login to her mom's email. Cute, you think. They're each other's backup email address. And then: Delete.

You've managed to get into two hotties' email accounts on your own computer, with the opportunity to leisurely browse at will. The upload is nearly finished; maybe time for one quick poke around.