"You promised you'd stop this" her mother hissed. Her father's gaze fell everywhere but on the color photos spread out on the kitchen table. "Are you single-handedly trying to destroy your father's campaign? His ministry? Do you realize what will become of him if these get out?"
Jane folded her arms in protest. She looked at the photos, depicting some of her finest work to date.
"This one here...this is our garden! That tree bloomed less than one month ago! Shall we go outside? The bark is still chafed off!" She got in Jane's face, the spittle from her vitriol landing on Jane's cheeks. "How dare you lie to us as if we are fools! I don't care what your peculiar proclivities might be, but I'll be damned if you destroy all that we've worked for!"
The corpulant campaign manager pulled at his collar, his neck dampened by sweat and red from the tightness around the folds of skin falling from his chin. He shifted his weight in his chair and the table groaned under the weight of his thick elbows on it. "I can make this...go away...but there will be a steep price, you understand? You do...understand, Jane?"
"I understand" she sneered through pursed lips.
The campaign manager stood from his chair, collected the photographs, and returned them to the large manila folder. He bowed his head towards each of her parents. "Reverend? Ma'am? Let your worries be gone and may your souls take solace in the Words of the Almighty, and rest in the knowledge that your daughter will be made pure once again."
A thin smile crept over his face, as he extended a thick-fingered hand to take her own. "Jane, please come with me."