Adrian Errikson - Jessie

The beautiful young girl sat on her bed, numb with shock at seeing those photos. She picked up a legal looking document and saw that it was some kind of financial summary with columns of figures. The title on the page indicated it had to do with her fathers company.

She set that aside, and picked up another official looking document. It was a police report. A report on a drug bust! Jessie felt her body grow cold and she became dizzy with fright. She had foolishly agreed to go to a party with

Chad Bush, who was notorious as a party animal and suspected drug dealer.

They had gone to a desert area and met approximately 50 others students in the cool Arizona night. There was music and dancing, and lots of drugs.

Jessie didn't do drugs and had refused all offers. But she enjoyed dancing and was having fun when the police showed up in several cars.

Jessie, like many of the other students, took off running. Many had been caught, but she got away in a carload of other students. She had waited for the police to come after her, but after several weeks, she had relaxed.

There was a highlighted portion of the police report that drew her eyes. It was about Chad's "girlfriend" who Chad has refused to identify but whom he said had provided all his drugs.

Finally, Jessie picked up the last paper, a piece of stationary, and began reading:

"Jessie…enclosed you will find (1. Photos of your "fuck for grades" liaison with Leeman, (2. a copy of the police report indicating they are looking for you, and (3. A financial report on your fathers company showing that he's been embezzling funds over the past three years. I've spent quite a bit of money hiring Investigators to research you. Professor Leeman has a penchant for fucking young coeds who are doing poorly in his classes. He takes them to the same hotel and the same room each time. It wasn't difficult to guess you'd be one of his conquests, so I had cameras installed. The police report and your father's indiscretions simply required some digging.

I am prepared to send copies of the photos to your parents, the University authorities, Mrs. Leeman, and your church pastor here in town. I will send the police report to the police along with your name, address, and anonymous confirmation that you are one of the biggest drug dealers at the University.

And of course, I'll mail a copy of the financial report implicating your father to the local DA and to his company's president.

School is out in two weeks, and you'll be home June 1st. I know that your parents are leaving on Saturday for their European "second honeymoon", and be gone for the summer. On Sunday, June 3rd at 1:00PM, you'll go to the

Ramada Inn out near the Interstate. Go to the restaurant and wait there, and

I'll contact you. Wear the blue sun dress you wore to the Awards Assembly last year; no slip, just panties and bra.

In the event that you do not obey me, copies of all this will be sent to the appropriate people at 1:05PM. This is the only contact that will be made.

The choice is yours. I expect to see you on the 3rd…G

Jessie had spent the past two weeks in a daze, her mind constantly trying to figure out a way to get out of this jam. She was terrified at the thought of possibly going to jail, of seeing her father go to jail, having those horrid pictures in the hands of her family and even her Pastor! She couldn't beg or plead, not knowing how to get in touch with her blackmailer.

The best she could hope for would be to buy him off. She had $742 in her savings account. She emptied it and converted it to a Cashiers check. She finally talked herself into believing that she would be able to make an arrangement with her blackmailer. She'd had to pay him off over time, with the Cashier's check as her down payment. But she had relaxed and told herself things would work out OK.

But as she drove to the Ramada Inn, Jessie's terror returned. She realized how helpless she was, and she was just plain scared. She had the check with her, but her confidence was crumbling by the minute. She felt like a cornered animal.

She pulled into the parking lot at the Ramada Inn. Glancing at her watch, she saw it was 12:55. She sat for a minute, screwing up her courage.

Finally, she got out of her car and walked across the parking lot. She entered the lobby and crossed it to enter the almost deserted restaurant.

There was a young family with mom, dad and two kids there. Also, an older woman in a business suit was in the back.

She picked a table by the window, feeling the eyes of the young husband and father watching her. She was used to it, and almost didn't notice him.

She knew that a blackmailer wouldn't bring his family to confront her, and she couldn't imagine that a woman would want to blackmail her like this, so she scratched those in the restaurant from her list of possible suspects.

The waitress came to her table, but she just asked for a glass of water. Her eyes were on the entrance to the restaurant, anxious to see who her blackmailer was, wondering if she knew him/her.

When the waitress returned with her water, she said "Is your name Jessie?"

When Jessie nodded, the woman pulled an envelope out of her serving pouch.

Setting it on the table, she said "This was left for you at the front desk a few minutes ago."

After the waitress left, Jessie picked up the envelope with trembling fingers. She tore it open, and inside found a piece of spandex in a loop, and a note. Taking the note, she read:

"Jessie…you've made the right choice. Take the blindfold and go to room

716. When you get there, put on the blindfold and knock on the door…G"

Jessie took a drink of her water as she thought about the note. Finally, knowing she had no choice, she sighed and left the restaurant. She rode to the seventh floor alone, stepping into the carpeted hallway. It was cool, the air conditioning keeping the temperature frigid. She made her way down the hall until she finally stood before the door with "716" on it.

She wondered if her blackmailer was looking at her through the spyhole. Her heart was pounding and more than anything she wanted to turn around and run away. She had considered doing just that. She figured she could move far away and make a fresh start. However, she knew that her family would be ruined, and her father would be sent to prison.

Taking the black spandex, she slipped it over her head, covering her eyes. it was very effective, and she was unable to make out any light at all.

Reaching out, she softly knocked on the door as she tried to control the terror in her heart.

The man had been setting quietly, waiting for his plans to come to fruition.

He had been infatuated with Jessie since she was a High School sophomore. He had admired her athletic accomplishments, her educational excellence, and her beauty. He recognized that he was somewhat obsessed with her, but considered it harmless. When she left for College, he had kept up with her through an Investigator friend who lived in Tucson. He learned that she had fallen into the normal freshman trap of too much partying and too little study. As reports came in, he became disappointed in her. When she had almost been arrested, he had begun hiring his friend to find out all he could about Jessie. When his friend told him that she was flunking Leeman's class and how the Professor had frequently "helped" female students bring their grades up, he had agreed to pay for the surveillance at the motel.

The cameras had been installed for two weeks before Professor Leeman had brought her there. While disappointed in her conduct, the man had decided that Jessie simply needed some redirection. And, he decided, in helping her do that, he was going to benefit.

He was dressed in gym shorts, sandals and a tee shirt. He was an older man, in his middle forties, a few grey hairs starting to show in his brown hair.