Page 68 of Precise Justice

“Wait! His butt buddy is leaving,” Stephanie said as the young man with Junior stood up and walked away.

“Probably going to the restroom,” Amanda said. “Let’s go. Robbie, you have the photos?”

“Yeah, let’s go,” Robbie replied.

Robbie took the chair Junior’s date had vacated. The others encircled the table. The group at the table next to them gave them curious looks then went back to their conversation. Junior was not so complacent. He reacted with a mixture of surprise, anger, then fear. The fear came out when Robbie began placing the incriminating photos in front of Junior.

“Where’d you get these? Who are you? What’s going on…?”

“Sssh, be quiet, Junior. You don’t recognize me, do you?” Robbie asked.

“What? No, who…what the hell…?” Junior muttered while looking at, but not touching, the dozen photos.

“Do you remember me?” Holly asked.

For the first time, Junior looked up at Holly. The light of recognition sparkled briefly, but unmistakably, in his eyes.

“No, huh, uh uh, um, no, I don’t know you,” Junior blathered.

“Liar,” Holly said. “We all saw it in your eyes. You remember.”

The anger returned to Junior and he tried to push back. “Get lost, you nothing bitches. I’ll slap the shit out of all you…”

The sound of the back of Robbie’s right hand making contact with Junior’s mouth startled all of them. Junior’s upper lip, making contact with his teeth, started bleeding. The slap shocked him more than it hurt. Still, he realized he was in trouble.

Junior looked at the blood on his fingers. He took a napkin and held it to his lip.

“I had nothin’ to do with anything,” Junior said.

“You don’t even know what it is you didn’t do,” Amanda said.

“I ain’t done nothing,” Junior said, his upper lip starting to swell.

Holly leaned down and across the table, looked him directly in the eyes. “You and a couple of your pals took turns raping me.”

“Don’ t bother to deny it,” Naomi said. “It just makes you look worse.”

“These are going to your dad,” Robbie said tapping a finger on the photos of Junior and his boyfriend.

“And the internet,” Stephanie added.

“Unless you confess and give up the others,” Robbie said.

“No way, I ain’t no…”

“Okay, see you on the internet,” Robbie said then started to stand.

“Wait, wait, let’s ah, I don’t know, what do you want?”

“We told you. We’re not negotiating. These go up on every social media we can find and I deliver them to your proud father. What’s it gonna be?”

“Get lost,” Naomi said to Junior’s boyfriend who had just returned.

“What, what’s going on? Are you all right, Junior?” he asked.

The boyfriend was a small, slender youngster, probably not quite eighteen. Naomi was much bigger and stronger. She barked at him again causing him to scurry off.

“Scott McKay and Jimmy Smith,” Junior finally muttered too soft to hear. He had to say them again.