Post Secret: I am a proud lesbian, but sometimes I send naked pictures of myself to married men who I went to high school with.

Lights come up on WOMAN, naked except for red high heels, smoking a cigarette. She is taking pictures of herself with a disposable in seductive poses. Lights fade.

Lights come up on WOMAN, dressed in jeans, t-shirt, and no bra, hair messy, and red high heels, she is at the Photo Center picking up her photos. She stands in line tapping her foot and humming. Its her turn, MALE CLERK is busy behind counter sorting photos. He looks up as WOMAN speaks, his eyes go wide, and then smiles and tries to flirt.

WOMAN
Hi, I'm picking up pictures for Denise Waters, are they ready?

MALE CLERK
Well... that depends. Are you Denise Waters?

WOMAN
Yes.

MALE CLERK
And your the one in the pictures?

WOMAN
[rolling her eyes]
Yes.

MALE CLERK
Yeah, I recognize the shoes.

WOMAN
Are they ready or not?

MALE CLERK
[grabbing photos from behind counter]
Yeah they're ready, but its going to cost ya.

WOMAN
Right, price. 24 pictures, how much is that?

MALE CLERK
I'm not talking about price. I'm talking about a date.

WOMAN
Are you serious? How old are you? 17? And I don't know if you noticed while you were gawking at my photos, some of them happen to be of me and my girlfriend.

MALE CLERK
Hey baby, that's okay, I like girl on girl, you wont need to fight over me either there's plenty of me to go around.

WOMAN
[snatching photos]
Oh my god. I'll pay for them at the front desk.

WOMAN exits, lights fade.
Lights come up on WOMAN at home, sorting through her pictures, and putting them into envelopes. She seals them, and begins addressing them.

WOMAN
[as she writes]
James Douglas... Fredrick Braun.... Greg Sanders...

Lights fade as WOMAN addresses them.

Lights come up on WOMAN watching T.V. on the couch. GIRLFRIEND enters carrying a big stack of mail, she drops her keys on the table, and flops down on the couch. WOMAN kisses her on the lips.

WOMAN
Tired?

GIRLFRIEND
Yeah, what a day. [pauses sighing] Oh. you got some mail, a ton actually. [handing her most of the stack.]

WOMAN opens an envelope and begins to read letter.

GIRLFRIEND
Who's it from?

WOMAN
Greg Sanders.

GIRLFRIEND
What is it?

WOMAN
[smiling]
Just some fan mail.

GIRLFRIEND
Huh?

WOMAN
I said just some junk mail.

GIRLFRIEND
Oh.

Lights fade.