”“Yeah, right. Oh, this pic is interesting, a naked girl… can’t see the face but she’s naked and showing… wait… that’s your comforter,...isn’t it! This naked girl is you! Isn’t it!”I tossed the phone down on the couch. I couldn’t look anymore. She turned away from me, but I could still see the side of her face turning a bright red.“Yes,” she whispered. “It’s me.”“Great, and you’re sending this picture and how many others to who, anyone who asks?”Ashley was so smart and had so much going for her.. After all, Alex was her son, not his.Alex was in his pajamas, looking sleepy-eyed with a bad case of bedhead. Cheryl greeted him in her usual upbeat manner, “Good morning, my little man. How did you sleep?”“Pretty good, I guess,” Alex replied in between yawns.Cheryl took out his cereal and the milk and put them on the table with a glass of orange juice. She tried to straighten his hair with her fingers as he started to eat. She soon gave up, got a cup of coffee and waited for him to finish. He gave her an introduction. Charmaine was only disappointed for a moment. She remembered their agreement from yesterday – any time, any place, at her bidding. So after a few minutes of polite conversation, she walked away, heading for his bedroom. Her excuse was something along the lines of fixing her makeup. Her crotch was tingling like crazy as she entered his room and shut the door. Wanting a moment alone with her, but having no idea what she had in mind, Ryan set his beer down and. ”“Exactly. Through my husband I hear of many cases. He’s a parole officer, you know, and he sees all sorts of people.”Melanie tilted her head. “You have an amazing story to tell, you know that?”“Yeah, but there’s more to it than people, even my family, know. It’s best left alone.”Melanie nodded seriously. “Yeah. I know what you mean. I did some shitty stuff when I was ... traumatized? Well, I was a horrible bitch.”“I was caught up in revenge fantasies,” Dolores admitted. “I dreamed about.