The Secret

Ellen left our group early. She is quiet and modest and comes from money. I did my homework. I needed help to pull this off. Keith is as greedy as me, so he agreed.
In the hall of the library he waited until her back was turned and stuck a needle in, leaving her knocked out. He supported her as they walked right out the front door. Took her to a garage and tied her up. He used a burner phone to contact her parents and demand a ransom.
They want to know if they can pay in bitcoins. Keith and I are stumped.
We want to ask Ellen for her opinion, but she's napping.
This was unforeseen and problematic.
Plus, Keith can't find the needle.

My Secret

I love my Lycra workout shorts, but I must confess sometimes I wear them under my pants. It's that tight, sensual feeling on my nether regions I can't seem to resist. Walking around the gym, it's hard for me not to stop in front of a full length mirror and admire my quads, hamstrings and glutes.
I have another secret. Sometimes I stick tissue in the crotch to make me feel more secure surrounded by huge guys. And sometimes, in the process of exercising, the tissue pops out. Let's just say I've been warned by the gym manager.
My other secret is I steal coffee cups at people's homes during social events. Stick them right down my pants in between my underwear and the Lycra shorts while I'm in the bathroom. I've accumulated quite an array of cups. I have a trusting face and no one notices.
What can I say? I like living on the edge. Tomorrow I'm having breakfast at Waffle House. I doubt their metal detector will pick up a glass coffee cup.