Sorority Girls With Guns by Cat Caruthers Read Free Book Online Page B

"natural" look.) She's wearing a terrycloth bathrobe and one slipper.
    I wrack my brain for what could cause Morgan's uncharacteristically uncaring behavior. "Did you lose your phone charger again?"'
    "No, I'm about to become a viral internet sensation in the wrong way - and it's all your fault!"
    Now I'm definitely awake. "You didn't accidentally post a vid to one of the other social media sites, did you? You know GluedToYou won't give us any money if it turns out the clip was previously published to another-"
    "I accidentally made a sex tape last night and it's all your fault!"
    I stare at Morgan. "You...forgot to turn off your phone before you and Richard had sex?"
    She looks at the floor, which is covered in a tacky shag carpeting that looks like it's seen better days - like the seventies. "Not...exactly."
    "With someone other than Richard?"
    Morgan sighs heavily. "I've told you before, there's nothing between me and Richard. We just like to talk."
    "So he won't be upset if he sees this sex tape of you and...?"
    "Just because I don't have a boyfriend who'd get jealous doesn't mean I want the world to see me in a sex tape!" Morgan yells, so loudly I think she's trying to advertise the damn thing. "I'm applying to medical schools this fall. I can't have some tawdry sex tapes floating around!"
    "So you accidentally recorded yourself and...I'm guessing some guy at that party you went to?"
    She shrugs. "His name's Biff."
    "Please tell me you're kidding."
    "Do I look like I"m laughing?" She's pacing the room now, wearing a track in the filthy green shag.
    "So how did the video get away from you? Did Biff steal your phone or something?"
    She stops pacing, hands on hips and stares down at her bare feet. At least her pedicure still looks perfect. "No, I still have my phone. But this morning, I was looking at the videos I made yesterday after I stopped the live feed, in case there was anything interesting I should post. And I found this vid of me and Biff, which I deleted immediately. But then I was looking through my sent texts to see if I sent Biff my number, because I was wondering why he hadn't called me yet-"
    I consult my own phone as I reluctantly climb out of bed. "It's only just barely ten o'clock, Morgan. The guy probably isn't awake yet." Unlike me, Morgan is a morning person - she willingly gets up at 5:30  most mornings. Sometimes on the weekend she sleeps in until seven.
    "Well, anyway, I was looking through my sent texts and I saw one with a video attachment sent at a little after midnight last night."
    I squeeze toothpaste onto my toothbrush and prepare to face the ickiness of a dumpy motel bathroom sink. "I'm guessing you had a few drinks last night."
    She shrugs. "A few. But I remember coming back here to go to sleep." She points at her rumpled bed. "I got back around twelve-thirty.  The text was sent around midnight, before I left."
    "So you think Biff emailed himself the video while you were...stumbling around the room picking up your clothes?"
    She chews her lip. "Yee...aah."
    I stick my head in the bathroom, spit in the general direction of the sink and duck back out. "But you don't know he posted the vid, or that he's going to. Maybe he wanted it for his own personal enjoyment later."
    "Ick." Morgan crinkles her nose, but then she adds, "I hope so. But I'd feel better if we got the video back from him."
    I sigh. "Even if we stole his phone, he could still access his email from anywhere else with an internet connection. And he could have saved copies already. I don't think there's any way of obliterating the thing now."
    "You're right." Morgan resumes pacing. "What we need to do is try to buy the video back, or at least bribe him not to splash it across every social media site in the world." She stops, her mouth forming a silent O. I wonder, vaguely, if she made that face in the video or if Biff is all hat and no cattle. "Oh, crap. I only have four-hundred-seventy-four dollars left. And I can't get a cash