You're so embarrassed and conflicted by the encounter that you forget your phone

For a long moment you stay slumped against the wall, legs spread wide as the after-effects of the sex run through your body. Your mind begins to berate you, to mock and shame you as you realize that you've just fucked a man who spends his days cleaning toilets. Hands that have delved into filth you refuse to even contemplate had touched your body and your most intimate places.

"Slut!" you accuse yourself, relishing the sting of the word, feeling its justness. "Dirty dirty slut," you say more softly.

Abruptly you straighten, knowing instinctively that you have to get out of there before the shame breaks you down. Snatching your purse you dash to the door, hoping that no one will see as you rush out.

It isn't until the door locks with a click and you've moved between two tall shelves that you remember the cell phone.

"Dammit!" you hiss, rushing back to the door. Like Len said the door is self-locking, and try as you might the doorknob won't budge. Fearful of anyone noticing you fiddling with the door and asking questions you move back between the shelves, pondering what to do.

"Breath, Jenny. Think..."

Fanning the air as if it would stimulate your breathing you try to focus your mind, and realize that you haven't done a thing to straighten up since dashing out of the closet.

A quick glance reveals that although your clothes are askew they're not actually revealing anything. You dash back between the shelves, and a few quick tugs puts them in order. Popping out your compact you grimace as how your hair has been mussed and the smear of your lipstick.

Tending to your looks proves to be calming ,like meditation, and as you finish you find your mind going back to the problem of the cell phone. The only thing you heard the boys say was something about pictures and videos and a server. Whatever else they said the cell phone would hopefully have picked up and recorded.

But how to get it back? Seek out Len again and risk him wanting a repeat? Your mind recoils even as your loins seem to grow wetter. Find a library employee and try to think of an excuse for why you were in there in the first place? Maybe if you came back at night you might be able to break in somehow. Or, of course, you could try to do without the cell phone and simply spy on Brandon to figure out where he hides his stash and who the server is that he's giving it to.