Strange Mail
Grabbing the tape she got up, putting it in the VCR and hitting play as she sat down. Her hands coming up to cover her face, not wanting to look.
It’s a bed, filmed from an odd angle. Suddenly the door bursts open and onscreen, Phoe has her legs wrapped around an unfamiliar man, kissing him. He hits the pause button, his face gone pale. “Um. I think it’s a sex tape,” he says awkwardly, the frame frozen.















