They finish making passionate love. She grabs her phone and takes a selfie.
"I know you, don't I?"
"I'll see you at the check-in table," she says slipping from the bed.
* * *
The girl behind the table blushes when handing the Senator his college ID. "And you are?" she asks the girl.
"That's me, " she reaches for the Daniel Moss ID.
That night rushes back to the Senator. The kiss. The beating and writing of "faggot" on his torso. The cutting. The photos posted all over campus.
She turns to the gathering crowd, "Want to see your hero in action?"
Jake James is a writer living in California.