Monday, the last Monday of my internship, Janice didn't say a word to me. Didn't look at me. Didn't acknowledge me in any way. Because she knew. She had to have known. She'd seen the naked pictures of me that Rick had given her, and was therefore too embarrassed to have anything to do with that sinner named Paige.

Either that or she was too busy preparing us for Display Day on Friday, the final event that marked our completion of our internship. Or maybe she'd seen the pictures ...