I began to watch TV and forgot about the shorts. After 30 minutes I switched off it and called my cousin to get up. She told me to wait for one more h...ur as she was sleepy. So again I went to search were my aunt was. I got another shock as I found her in the washroom to wash the clothes.Actually I thought any maid may take clothes to wash. But my aunt was going to wash the clothes. I slowly reached back her and watched her reaction after seeing the sperm in the shorts. I got afraid of my aunt,. ‘What’s next?’ Mike asked. The next set of shelves held plastic bins, seven of them. Inside each was a file folder with a tidy ledger of sums, with a date beside each, and a name and address. With the folders were mostly photographs, but a few bins held video tapes, computer disks, or what looked to Sean like audio recordings. The photographs left no doubt. ‘Blackmail,’ Sean said. ‘You know,’ Mike said. ‘I always thought they lived too well. Portrait photographers can’t make that much, even. Only a few posts all day, the last thread titled, "Where Is Everybody?" I checked the chat stats. No one. I brought up the stories in the last two days. Six had been posted, including mine. At the top of the list was "Story 2000." No description, no reviews. The counter read 12,325! All in two days! Everyone must have read it! With some trepidation I clicked the link.I waited impatiently for the story to come up, one foot tapping softly against the computer desk. My hard disk finally whirred. Then about 5 minutes later I smelled something weird coming through the window. When I went to the window to see what the smell was, I saw Kesha and her best friend Tanya smoking a joint. I knew that she had sworn to her father that she had stopped smoking, after getting suspended from school last month, for being caught with weed in her school locker.I figured I could snap a few pics of her smoking again, which would give me all the leverage I needed to blackmail her, but more importantly, get.