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Back at the loft, Travis is pasting up more copies of that same bloody image. He's so lame that he can't even get the seams where the images break from page to page to line up properly. Jones confronts Oil Derrick over the fact that Naomi recognized his name. Oil Derrick says he doesn't know Naomi, but Jones points out that it turns out that they're from the same town and went to the same school. Oil Derrick responds that it was a big school and he never met her, and then tries to deflect attention by telling Jones that she's pretty when she's angry. Greaseball. Of course, all he really needs to do is mix her a martini and I'm sure she'll calm right down. In fact, he does pull out a bottle of booze while they're talking, but instead he goes for the unresolved sexual tension by taking her hand and telling her that sometimes he doesn't remember everybody who seems to remember him. Jones questions whether or not Oil Derrick is playing games with her, but he looks at her seriously and says he wouldn't lie to her. As he turns away, the black oil shimmers across his eyes. Just kidding. But he is very oily, and I can't imagine anybody believing him right now. He goes for an "I care about you" hair caress, but Jones weakly tries to pull away. He leans in for a kiss. Jones allows it, and they totally start getting all up over each other. While Travis is in another part of the loft, hearing the whole thing. No wonder he's sexually frustrated. The loft has about fifty rooms. Use one. Jones yanks off Oil Derrick's shirt, and they fall to the floor and play Find The G-Spot. "Music" that sounds like somebody attached a microphone to the side of a washing machine plays in the background. On the computer, while the sex is going on, Travis transforms the face of a woman in a painting into that of Naomi, and then continues to alter it until her face turns all red and flat and nasty. On the wall, Travis has pasted up what appears to be news reports related to the alleged rape. Some art student did that to one of my news stories in the college paper once, and it weirded me out. I'm just walking down some hallway and suddenly I'm confronted by foot-tall headlines from my work. I never figured out what was up with that. Some time later, or possibly the next morning, Jones sits at a table, wearing pajamas and smoking. Oil Derrick's greasy comments about not knowing Naomi play back in her head, along with Naomi's freak-out session and something about Lisa needing braces. Not so much that last one. Jones heads out and takes a cab out to the country, because that's how the working poor travel. She arrives at some school that looks so very obviously public and could not possibly be the place where two very, very rich kids would ever have attended. Jones wanders through the school library -- as if that's open for public access or something -- and finds the yearbook section. She pulls out seven of them, because that makes sense. Apparently, not even an ACLU lawsuit could force the school to recognize a "Crazy, Greasy Liars Club," so rather than consulting the index, Jones has to flip through page by page. She finds pictures of Oil Derrick and Naomi, engaged in activities like band and basketball and all those other extracurriculars that seemed to be important back then, but turn out to have been a big waste of what little free time you had once you think back on it. Stupid baritone. Hauled that thing back and forth to school every freaking day until it became clear that nobody even cared if baritones even existed, let alone baritone players. Anyway, she flips a page and finds a picture of Naomi and Oil Derrick sitting out by a tree. They aren't K-I-S-S-I-N-G, but they're awfully close. On the next page, they're dancing together at some formal. The music sounds like the load in the washing machine suddenly went out of balance and is making a big racket.