Chapter 3: The Discovery

The results were overwhelming. She scrolled through the page, reading the brief description of the web pages as she went along. Most of those descriptions where minimal.

Her anxiety went up just a little bit. She paused, looking at the computer, then went to the first search result and clicked on the link.

That one only contained code, which she was unable to read.

The second link was dead, as were the third, forth and fifth.

The sixth contained a link to a solitare picture, which showed a scene she was familiar with – the top of Mount Savvy, along with the rock she had lay herself on almost a year ago. Even though she had not returned to the scene of her pleasurable crime since that morning, the image was burnt into her mind. The scene was unmistakable.

She continued clicking through links, looking for more information. Several links in a row showed more pictures of trail, road, small towns – areas very familiar to her. None of the pictures contained any text.

She kept on clicking links, continued finding single pictures.

Jill let out a small gasp. The picture showed a young redheaded woman on her knees, giving a man standing in front of her a blowjob, spittle dripping from the side of her mouth. The rock from Mount Savvy was behind the pair. Again, there was no text.

The next links showed the same couple in various sex acts in various spots, some of them familiar, some of them foreign to her. From their wear – what little there was in some of the pictures – she recognized them as runners. After several clicks, a few links did show the pair running, sometimes on street, sometimes in wooded areas, sometimes in their running wear, sometimes nude.

For hours, Jill clicked on links. The pictures of the couple eventually petered out, as did information. A few times, she even found various versions of “The Pornkley Marathon does not exist”.

She grew tired and went to sleep, more confused and frustrated than she was when she started.

The next morning as she drank her tea, she went through her morning ritual of checking social media and her email.

She was intrigued to find an anonymous message waiting for her at one of the social media sites.

Jill usually did not accept such messages. Usually, they were messages from creeps hitting on her. But, as her mind was already curious from last night’s search, she clicked on the message.

“The Pornkley Marathon. You should totally do it.”

She felt as though the blood went from her face.

She paused at the keyboard for several moments, staring at the message.