Ingrid arranged a napkin to cover Isaac's tie, and helped him cut his turkey into small bite-sized pieces.Kelley tried to talk about topics that would...interest her uncle. She told him about her involvement in her father's company, and about the trips we had taken together. Isaac nodded politely, as if he followed what she was telling him.Half-way through the meal, he summoned the waiter. "What's for dessert?" he asked, and I saw Ingrid discretely bite her tongue. I smiled to myself, thinking. The most recent update to this story was a downer but much expected. The main character was not careful to cover his tracks and finally got caught. All his toys were deprogrammed, and he ended up running from the cops. This was not an unusual ending to one of these stories… well it wasn’t until the author made another short forum post.“I managed to grab the bike and hide it,” the post read. “I can’t get caught with it. Maybe one of you can carry on with it… be more careful than I did. I’m not. Me. You're not going to want to take pictures again are you.Daniel. Oh yes, you have to say yes. I need to take pictures.Me. But Daniel, what if the outline of my vagina is visible again, you don't seriously want to take pictures of that again do you?Daniel. Seriously, totally.Me. I will have to see what you are talking about.Daniel. About what.Me. About what you said, about your erections.Daniel. See that?Me. Yes.Incoming picture message, oh my god. My son just sent me a picture from in his. The tall, stunning raven-haired woman behind him might have been ahooker he busted on a slow night. She was about 30, with features thatsuggested a cross between European and Hispanic blood; her tight, redsatin blouse, black leather mini, and four-inch stilettos completed thepicture of a streetwalker interrupted in her business.Bates stood and nervously extended his hand. "Miss Davis? We haven'tmet, but I've been raising your daughter for the past five years. I--I have anunusual proposition for.