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Netflix's Insatiable (2018) |
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Steven Spielberg's Jurassic Park (1993) |
A Study of Mainstream Media's and Pop Culture's Fascination with Nymphets (i.e., attractive and sexually mature young girls [Oxford])
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Netflix's Insatiable (2018) |
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Steven Spielberg's Jurassic Park (1993) |
The naked ten-year-old smoking version of me hung framed in gold in our foyer forabout a decade, until we moved. [...] Our home was part house, part museum, curated expertly by my mother.
All through elementary school, I was either an unspecified businesswoman in love with her boss and his son (my friend Tilly down the street played both), or a sort of simple country wife. While the former game involved a lot of dry humping [...]
“You guys,” I announced myself, “what are you doing?”“Shhhh!” they all hissed through retainers I envied.Suddenly, Bettina flung the door open. “Ugh! I’m so refreshed!”“ `Cause you showered?” I asked, confused.“No, idiot.” She grabbed my wrist and yanked me into the bathroom, then lay down in the tub. Spreading her legs wide on either side of the faucet, she turned it on, letting the water spill into her crotch. “But you don’t want it too hot!” she admonished.Within seconds, her hips were pulsing in a strange rhythm, and she was laughing maniacally [...] [Lola wrote in “Oblivion” that Bettina “began to moan.”]
I spent the rest of the summer either doing exactly this or figuring out ways I could. My interest in Bettina’s snacks was quickly replaced by an intense romance with the jets in her pool. Pretty much any time I was alone or shrouded in darkness, my hand was in my pants. Even during films like What a Girl Wants and The Life of David Gale. I was sick. An addict.
“I was like, ‘Ow,’ you know. And then it slid down, like, two more centimeters, and I was like, ‘Brrr’. What is that zone?” And I went out that night and found out exactly what that zone was.”
Jodi, “We’re having a back-to-school sleepover at my house on Friday night at 7:30. She goes, ‘Everyone’s gonna come over, and we’re all gonna get The Feeling.’”Chelsea, “I walk in, and there are nine 8-year-old girls face down in their sleeping bags, just going like this. I was like, ‘Let’s fucking go!’” [Chelsea simulated masturbating vigorously.]
“I couldn’t get enough of myself! I showed up at that sleepover at 7:30, and I didn’t get up from that position until 7:30 a.m […] I left that sleepover, I had rug burns on my forehead. I was so thirsty and dehydrated from sweating so much into my pajamas. I was like, ‘Does anyone have a Capri-Sun, please?’”
“And when you’re that young, you’re 8 or 9-years-old, you’re masturbating, you’re not really – You don’t even know what you’re doing is masturbating. You’re just like, ‘This feels amazing. Like, why didn’t anyone tell me about it.’”
“You’re not making direct contact with your Pikachu, you know? Like, you want a thicker material. Like, the thicker, the better […] You want, like, a wall. You see a corner, and you’re like, ‘I’m gonna fucking get you.’”
“And when no one says anything to you, like, ‘Hey, stop jerking off, you fucking pig.’ You don’t think that anyone even knows what you’re doing; so, I just did it all the time. I’d come home from school. I had a banana-seat bicycle. Now we know what those were for […] I’d go on little errands with my fake family that I created […] I would take my banana-seat bicycle, I would hit a pothole, and just fuckin’ ride it for, like, 30 minutes.” [Chelsea simulated masturbating upon the banana-seat bicycle.]“My neighbor called my mom, ‘Your daughter’s been in our pothole in front of your living room window for 45 minutes.”
“I’d go into school. I’d go into math class, and they had those desks with the apertures, you know, the openings on the desk and I’d have a Trapper Keeper in the desk and a ruler in the Trapper Keeper. And I would take the ruler, and I could always do one spin. [Chelsea simulated masturbating with a ruler.] I’d call it ‘a spin’. I’m like, ‘Do I have time for a spin?’ [Chelsea simulated masturbating with a ruler.] And I would – I would take the ruler, and I’d be like, “Brrr. You know?” [Chelsea simulated masturbating with a ruler.]
“And masturbating as a young person is just like masturbating as an adult. You do one round. You climax.”“And then 30 minutes later, you’re like, ‘One more time! One more time!’ So, I would do it. I would think I’d be done, but I couldn’t resist myself. I couldn’t get enough. So, I would take the ruler back out, and then completely lose my shit, you know, during the class.”
Grandfather to father, “So sorry about your little whore daughter.”Chelsea’s mother to Chelsea, “Sweetie, that’s something that you wanna do in the privacy of your own room.”Chelsea’s brother to the family, “She does it all the time!”
“And we go into Martha McIntosh’s closet. I pull my pants down, and she goes down on me for, like, 15 minutes. And I could not believe my good fortune.”
“You know. I went there every day. She’d go down on me. It was amazing [...] And that’s why I don’t have a daughter. So, I don’t have some horny 11-year-old that [sic] needs to be eaten out every 15 minutes.”
“And then it was the end of the summer. I went to Martha’s every day – obviously. And it was the end of the summer, and we were in her closet, and she’s going down on me. And then I’m finishing my drink and my cigarette, and she pops her head up and she said, ‘Okay, you know, it’s your turn.’”
Ivanka was always a good student, but she was no kind of good girl. For her birthday party in junior high, she invited about 20 girls from Chapin, her Upper East Side all-girls school, to the Taj Mahal in Atlantic City, all of them crammed into stretch limos without chaperones[...] The girls acted crazy: flashing people out the windows, whipping off bras and putting them on the limos’ antennae. In the hotel suite, they rented porn and ran around naked. Classmates who remained at home heard about the trip in excruciating detail and felt horribly left out.
"She was in class. And Chapin is right up against a park on the Upper East Side - on the far east side [...] So, she was in a third floor [8th grade] classroom and looked down into the park and there was a hot dog vendor. And she and her girlfriend[s] flashed the hot dog vendor from the school window."
"One of the earliest memories I have of Ivanka from before we were friends is when [...] she goaded me and a few other girls into flashing our breasts out the window of our classroom in what has since been labelled the “flashing the hot dog man” incident in Chapin lore. Ivanka had basically been the ringleader, but she pleaded her innocence to the headmistress and got off scot-free. The rest of us were suspended."
“Wait, when I was 15, my mom walked in. I mean, [I was] getting fucked in the ass on a [hotel] pull-out bed in Aruba.”
Liza Esquibias posted on People “Chelsea Handler Is Ready to Spill 'Lots of Tea' in New Netflix Comedy Special The Feeling” (February 17, 2025) In the piece, Esquibias wrote: “[…] while some topics she mentions are more controversial than pickleball, [Chelsea] Handler tells PEOPLE she doesn’t regret a thing.” And Chelsea confessed to Esquibias, “I shared lots of tea in this special, just when I thought there was no more tea to spill.” Here’s some of the tea that Chelsea spilled:
The Feeling, the title of the comedy special, is in reference to when Chelsea participated in a pre-teen group masturbation session during a back-to-school sleepover at Jodi Repati’s house in New Jersey.
Chelsea related that when she was 8-years-old, she broke her arm at her family’s Martha’s Vineyard summer house. Chelsea described breaking her arm as a pivotal moment in her young life, because after she returned home from the hospital, she mistakenly “slammed” her cast down on top of her “Pikachu” (i.e., her vagina). Consequently, that night, Chelsea discovered how to masturbate.
Chelsea, “I was like, ‘Ow,’ you know. And then it slid down, like, two more centimeters, and I was like, ‘Brrr’. What is that zone?” And I went out that night and found out exactly what that zone was.”
When Chelsea returned home to New Jersey that fall, Jodi Repati, Chelsea’s best friend, invited Chelsea to a back-to-school sleepover where “nine 8-year-old girls” were “gonna get The Feeling.” In other words, masturbate “face down in their sleeping bags”.
Jodi, “We’re having a back-to-school sleepover at my house on Friday night at 7:30. She goes, ‘Everyone’s gonna come over, and we’re all gonna get The Feeling.’”
Chelsea said, “I walk in, and there are nine 8-year-old girls face down in their sleeping bags, just going like this. I was like, ‘Let’s fucking go!’” [Chelsea simulated masturbating vigorously.]
Chelsea shared that she masturbated insatiably and vigorously for 12 hours straight that night. So much so that when she left Jodi’s house, Chelsea had rug burns on her 8-year-old forehead, and she was dehydrated.
“I couldn’t get enough of myself! I showed up at that sleepover at 7:30, and I didn’t get up from that position until 7:30 a.m […] I left that sleepover, I had rug burns on my forehead. I was so thirsty and dehydrated from sweating so much into my pajamas. I was like, ‘Does anyone have a Capri-Sun, please?’”
Chelsea clarified that she didn’t know that what she was doing was referred to as masturbation. She only knew that it felt “amazing”.
“And when you’re that young, you’re 8 or 9-years-old, you’re masturbating, you’re not really – You don’t even know what you’re doing is masturbating. You’re just like, ‘This feels amazing. Like, why didn’t anyone tell me about it.’”
In addition to using her hand to masturbate, Chelsea used a wall, her banana-seat bicycle, a ruler during 8th grade math class, and a ladle during Thanksgiving dinner, which caused her to faint - at the dinner table.
The Wall
For further clarification, Chelsea overshared that while masturbating, she didn’t make direct contact with her Pikachu and that the “thicker material” was best for optimal pleasure – even as thick as a wall.
“You’re not making direct contact with your Pikachu, you know? Like, you want a thicker material. Like, the thicker, the better […] You want, like, a wall. You see a corner, and you’re like, ‘I’m gonna fucking get you.’”
Banana-Seat Bicycle
Chelsea, an insatiable masturbator, would ride a pothole for almost an hour upon her banana-seat bicycle.
“And when no one says anything to you, like, ‘Hey, stop jerking off, you fucking pig.’ You don’t think that anyone even knows what you’re doing; so, I just did it all the time. I’d come home from school. I had a banana-seat bicycle. Now we know what those were for […] I’d go on little errands with my fake family that I created […] I would take my banana-seat bicycle, I would hit a pothole, and just fuckin’ ride it for, like, 30 minutes.” [Chelsea simulated masturbating upon the banana-seat bicycle.]
“My neighbor called my mom, ‘Your daughter’s been in our pothole in front of your living room window for 45 minutes.”
Math Class
Interestingly, Chelsea opined that “masturbating as a young person is just like masturbating as an adult”. Consequently, during her elementary school math class, via a ruler, Chelsea climaxed - more than once.
“I’d go into school. I’d go into math class, and they had those desks with the apertures, you know, the openings on the desk and I’d have a Trapper Keeper in the desk and a ruler in the Trapper Keeper. And I would take the ruler, and I could always do one spin. [Chelsea simulated masturbating with a ruler.] I’d call it ‘a spin’. I’m like, ‘Do I have time for a spin?’ [Chelsea simulated masturbating with a ruler.] And I would – I would take the ruler, and I’d be like, “Brrr. You know?” [Chelsea simulated masturbating with a ruler.]
“And masturbating as a young person is just like masturbating as an adult. You do one round. You climax.”
“And then 30 minutes later, you’re like, ‘One more time! One more time!’ So, I would do it. I would think I’d be done, but I couldn’t resist myself. I couldn’t get enough. So, I would the ruler back out, and then completely lose my shit, you know, during the class.”
Thanksgiving Dinner
To Chelsea’s dismay, after she fainted while masturbating with a ladle during Thanksgiving dinner, her mother advised her to masturbate in the privacy of her room, but her grandfather referred to her as a “little whore”, and her brother shared with the family that Chelsea masturbated “all the time.”
Grandfather to father, “So sorry about your little whore daughter.”
Chelsea’s mother to Chelsea, “Sweetie, that’s something that you wanna do in the privacy of your own room.”
Chelsea’s brother to the family, “She does it all the time!”
In addition to admitting to pre-teen masturbation, Chelsea overshared that when she was 11-years-old, she had a girl-on-girl sexual affair. Chelsea related that during her summer break, she would visit a deli on Main Street in Edgartown where Martha McIntosh worked. Of Martha, Chelsea said, “And I want you to picture Amy Winehouse as an 11-year-old […] I was attracted to her right away.”
The attraction was mutual, because Martha invited Chelsea to her house where Martha gave Chelsea Coronas, Camel Lights, and Martha asked Chelsea, “Hey, do you wanna go into my closet and take your pants down?” Chelsea replied, “Definitely. Like, ‘What’s next?”
Subsequently, Chelsea pulled her pants down before Martha performed oral sex on a flabbergasted Chelsea for about 15 minutes.
“And we go into Martha McIntosh’s closet. I pull my pants down, and she goes down on me for, like, 15 minutes. And I could not believe my good fortune.”
Just like for masturbation, Chelsea had an insatiable appetite for teen oral sex; however, that’s why Chelsea didn’t have a daughter.
“You know. I went there every day. She’d go down on me. It was amazing.”
“And that’s why I don’t have a daughter. So, I don’t have some horny 11-year-old that [sic] needs to be eaten out every 15 minutes.”
Unsurprisingly, by the end of the summer, Martha concluded that it wasn’t always better to give than to receive oral sex.
“And then it was the end of the summer. I went to Martha’s every day – obviously. And it was the end of the summer, and we were in her closet, and she’s going down on me. And then I’m finishing my drink and my cigarette, and she pops her head up and she said, ‘Okay, you know, it’s your turn.’”
On Rotten Tomatoes, Jimmy E gave Chelsea Handler: The Feeling 5 out of 5 stars, and Jimmy posted:
Fans of Chelsea Handler will enjoy this special. She is witty as ever, sprinkling in her life experiences in a funny laugh out loud manner. She shares aspects of her life that made me like her brand of entertainment even more.
Here’s IMDb’s synopsis of Miller's Girl (2024): “A creative writing assignment yields complex results between a teacher [Mr. Jonathan Miller] and his talented student [Cairo Sweet (Jenna Ortega)].”
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Cairo, Mr. Miller and Coach Filmore |
In the film, which was written and directed by Jade Halley Bartlett and was streaming on Netflix, Mr. Miller’s creative writing assignment was for Cairo to write a short story in the style of Henry Miller - Cairo’s favorite author. Interestingly, about six minutes into the film, Coach Boris Fillmore, the physics teacher and baseball coach, read from Book 1 of Henry Miller’s Under the Roofs of Paris.
Mr. Boris Fillmore, “[13-year-old] Marcelle wants me to fuck her [...] Marcelle stretches her tiny split fig.”
God willing, a full review of Under the Roofs of Paris is forthcoming, but, for now, here’s the first paragraph:
God knows I’ve lived in Paris long enough now that I shouldn’t be amazed at anything. You don’t have to go deliberately looking for adventures here, the way you do back in New York … all that’s necessary is to have a little patience and wait, life will seek you out in the most unbelievable obscure places, things happen to you here. But the situation in which I now find myself … this pretty thirteen-year-old naked on my lap, her father busy taking down his pants behind a screen in the corner, the buxom young whore sitting on the couch…it’s as though life were viewed through distorting glass, recognizable images are seen but discredited.
As for Miller's Girl, the film opened with Cairo (Jenna Ortega), who was described as a “generational wealthy girl” with a 4.40 GPA, relating that when she turned 18 (i.e., an adult), she didn’t “suddenly transform”.
“What is an adult? Becoming one didn’t suddenly transform me into anything outstanding or significant. I am 18 and entirely unremarkable.”
Moments later, in reference to Mr. Miller, Cairo shared, “Today I met a writer - like me. A teacher.
And speaking of student-teacher relationships, Winnie Black, Cairo’s classmate, shared with Cairo, “I think I’m seducing Coach Fillmore.” Thus, in response to Cairo’s Yale essay prompt, “What has been your greatest achievement to date?”, Winnie encouraged Cairo to write a “treatise on teacher-student affairs.”
Winnie, “Experience something.”
Cairo, “Like what?
Winnie, “Something worth writing about. You could write a treatise on teacher-student affairs [...] about achieving emancipation from your inherited beliefs about sex and age.”
Due to Winnie condoning teacher-student affairs, Cairo asked Winnie if Winnie was “seriously gonna fuck [Coach] Fillmore”. In other words, Cairo wanted to know if Winnie was planning to lose her virginity to Coach Fillmore. Winnie was undecided, but she did confess that Coach Fillmore’s age was not a deterrent.
“You’re not seriously gonna fuck Fillmore, are you?”
“Haven’t decided yet.”
“What’s it to you?”
“Like, he’s, like, twenty years older than you.”
“So? Older men have been harvesting virginity since the dawn of time.”
“So, it doesn’t mean anything to you?
“What?”
“Your virginity.”
“Does it mean something to you?”
“I haven’t decided yet.”
Winnie went on to add that, compared to teen boys, Coach Fillmore was like a “dry-aged slab of perfectly marbled hot man” whom she wanted to take her to “pleasure town”
Winnie, “We’re, like, the fucking American wet dream. Young girls with ambivalent sexuality. Pheromones streaming off our bodies. I don’t wanna drop for some rando jock-twat whose sexual standards are mandated by the shit porn he downloads. That’s deli meat. I want a dry-aged slab of perfectly marbled hot man meat to take me to pleasure town. Like. Wagyu beef. Hungee.”
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Winnie Attempts to Seduce Coach Fillmore |
Winnie described Coach Fillmore as handsome, intelligent, and, seemingly, good at foreplay and afterplay.
Cairo, “You think that’s Boris Fillmore?”
Winnie, “Why not? He’s fine. He’s, like, really fucking smart. And he’s kind. Which means, as my first time, he’d take his time to get me all good and juiced. And then he’d give me aftercare. You know the first time you have sex, it’s not supposed to hurt. Right? Like, if you’re properly aroused. You likely won’t bleed.”
Winnie had eyes for Coach Fillmore, but, per Winnie, Mr. Miller had eyes for Cairo.
Winnie, “My point is that Boris has just got it going on. I know what I’m looking for. And I think Mr. Miller knows what he’s looking for.”
Cairo, “What do you mean?”
Winnie, “I’ve never seen him look at a student the way he looks at you. He sees you even though you hide in plain sight. Come on. Like you don’t notice, Cairo. It’s like he’s been living in grayscale and you’re the first thing he’s ever seen in color. I’d fuck you.”
Cairo, “I know.”
With the idea of having a teacher-student affair to provide material for her Yale essay, Cairo took an interest in Mr. Miller and, unsurprisingly, Mr. Miller, despite being married, took an interest in Cairo as well.
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Mr. Miller and Cairo at the Scroll Sessions at Sally Bunny’s |
Mr. Miller memorized Cairo’s short story, which he recited to her - in his office. Mr. Miller flattered Cairo, “You’re exceptionally talented.” And he invited her to the “Scroll Sessions at Sally Bunny’s” - a poetry salon at Victorian Village where Cairo shared a cigarette with her English teacher.
Back at school, Cairo bought and brought Mr. Miller and Coach Fillmore coffees. Consequently, Mr. Miller said, “You’re sweet.” Cairo replied, “When it suits.” And after Coach Fillmore left, Mr. Miller and Cairo shared (another) cigarette over coffee. Ergo, Winnie said to Cairo, “You’re seducing him - you floozy.”
And speaking of seducing teachers, Winnie offered to help Coach Fillmore bake and sell biscuits to raise money for the baseball team. Coach Fillmore offered to talk to Winnie and Cairo during their lunch period to go over the specs, but Winnie said, “Hey, um, I think it’d be easier if you just gave me your phone. I could text you the specs. It’d be faster that way.” After Winnie put her phone number into Coach Fillmore’s phone, she shockingly put the phone down her blouse.
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Mr. Miller at Cairo's Home |
After class, on a following day, Mr. Miller mistakenly placed Cairo’s phone in his leather messenger bag, but instead of giving Cairo her phone at school, he took it to her house while her parents were “permanently abroad”. Consequently, the student and teacher kissed, which caused Cairo to feel brave, and elated, but anguished. Cairo said,
“I didn’t know it was possible to feel this brave. A kiss. A muse. It is a question. It is an unlocked door. It is elation. An anguish. It is the inch and the mile. Don’t look into the sun they say. The fuck do they know?”
Subsequently, Cairo turned in her Creative Writing Midterm essay, which was about a student-teacher affair between Alice and Mr. Murphy. Here’s an excerpt:
He was against her then, and Alice felt a push of muscular wetness between her legs. Mr. Murphy placed his slender hands over hers and guided her to the mound at her center pressing her fingers into the dark fold there.”
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Mr. Miller and Cairo |
Cairo said that the essay was about “two like people abnegating social conventions” and “inexorable attraction”, but Mr. Miller opined that it was porn.
Cairo, “[...] It’s about two like-people abnegating social convention. You know, it’s a commentary on the sexual anesthetization of a culture that’s super saturated with pornography. It’s about the inefficacy of romantic dogmas on young people’s expectations. It’s about inexorable attraction. It’s layered.”
Mr. Miller, “This is pornography.”
Interestingly, after Mrs. Harker, Mr. Miller’s wife, read Cairo’s essay, she informed her husband that Cairo was in love with him and Cairo wanted him badly.
Mrs. Harker, “Baby, it’s a love letter. She’s got it bad [for you].”
Cairo scolded Mr. Miller for building the world that her essay was based on, blurring the lines of what was considered appropriate behavior between a student and teacher, and scolding Cairo for crossing that line. Cairo said,
“You built the world. You built the fantasy, not on the page, in real life. You can’t blur the lines and then expect me to see a boundary when I suddenly cross it.”
But Cairo surmised that Mr. Miller rejected her essay because he was jealous of her writing. Cairo said,
“This is good. And you know it is. So let’s examine the real issue. It’s not my writing. It’s yours. [...] Overreaching without ambition. [...] It means you weren’t brave enough to be better. Means you’re deliberately impotent. It means that you Jonathan Miller are mediocre. [...] How disappointing you must be to those who had believed you’d be more.”
Due to Cairo’s essay, her affair with Mr. Miller ended just as quickly as it began. Heartbroken, Cairo said poetically,
“Heartbreak is a slow-motion car crash [...] It tastes like graveyard dirt. It smells like burning flowers. It feels like violence.”
To a sobbing Cairo, whom was drowning her sorry in vin straight from the bottle, Winnie asked, “Are you still into him?”
Cairo responded, “He’s a pretender. You know, at least what you see with Boris is what you get. He’s, like, imitation crab and gas station sushi.”
Winnie pressed, “Aren’t you in love with him?”
Cairo responded with her own age-gap question, “You fuck [Coach] Fillmore yet?
Subsequently, Winnie asked, “Do you think he likes me?”
Cairo, “Well, do you wanna be liked or do you wanna be fucked? ‘Cause those are very different things for girls who look like you.”
Winnie, “I want both.”
Speaking of Coach Fillmore, Cairo told Winnie to inform him, via a text, that they were alone together and measuring the depths of their sexuality, which, per Cairo, is what all girls do when they’re alone at night.
Cairo dictated, “You should tell him you’re with me. And that we’re doing what all girls do when they’re alone at night.”
BeFilledMore 9:04 PM: And what might that be?
Cairo dictated, “We are measuring the depths of our sexuality within the safe confines of our friendship.”
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Cairo and Minnie Make-Out and Sext for Coach Fillmore |
Next, Cairo told Winnie to take off her top, because they were going to make-out for Coach Fillmore.
Cairo, “Take off your shirt.”
Winnie, “What? Why?”
Cairo, “We are gonna make-out. For him, not for you.”
Winnie, “Well, it can be a little for me.”
Subsequently, Winnie sexted Coach Fillmore a picture of her passionately kissing Cairo - in their bras.
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Mr. Miller and Cairo |
However, Cairo decided to testify against Mr. Miller to the school board. Why? Cairo said, “He underestimated me. I overestimated him.” But Winnie pleaded with Cairo not to testify against Mr. Miller, and Winnie threatened to testify against Cairo. Cairo responded by reminding Winnie that she was in her own precarious student-teacher relationship.
“I’ll show them the evidence I have against you and Boris. Not only will your credibility be shot to shit, but you’ll incriminate him as well. Two teachers can lose their jobs. Oh, hey, maybe we can double-team.”
“You played me.”
“You knew what we were doing.”
In the end, Cairo read from her essay:
“What will become of us? Will he measure himself [as] an unwitting participant? False banished and beggared? No job. No wife. No forgiveness. Or will he be brave enough to accept his complicity in a way that is meaningful? In a way that changes him as it has changed me?