You Get an Idea

While you take these photos, the perfect idea of what to do with them pops into your head. You quickly print out the photos, and stuff them into a manila folder. Then for the next 45 minutes you stand around, waiting for Katy to leave so you can get the photos over there. Finally, she leaves, about 15 minutes after her fuck buddy, and you race across the street and into the Plaza with your folder. Your heart is racing as you slip the folder under the door and then run back to your apartment. To make sure she doesn't see you, you close the curtains and turn off the lights of your apartment.