”“There’s a ‘but’ on the way, right?”“It’s a bit of advice, take it or leave it.”“Of course.”“All I’d say is, be careful wha... images of yourself you put out there. Depending on what else you decide to do with your life down the line, they can come back to haunt you. Trust me, I have experience of that.”“You do?”Amanda smiled ruefully. “Okay, Christina, confession time – but keep this to yourself.”“Of course, Miss.”“I wasn’t much older than you are now—I’d started University—and I was sunbathing. Colleen and Karen, although separated a year or so by age, were closer than sisters. They had always been close friends and would speak on the phone whenever possible. Brian’s outright objection to the microchip, unless in the television or video or course, had put pay to a five year old Karen’s innocent request for Colleen’s email address. They talked clothes, pop music, toys and television, rarely argued over which of the 160 cable TV channels they should watch and had become confidants to. He pushed his way in the house and began taking off her clothes. Honey was in the back room so he grabbed his Glock 40 and unmistakably informed the asshole he’d better get his sorry butt out of there. Not only did they catch a few minutes of this guy working Pookie over but they got his license plate on cell phone video and the cops made short work of him.All of that got his name changed to “Hero” and he finally had to tell her to stop it. He’d thought Pookie was horny before but now he. It wasn't sealed, but he still had trouble getting the flap open and the contents out because his hands were trembling so badly.What was inside caused his cock to harden to maximum in an instant. Wrapped in a sheet of note paper was another picture of his mother, one he hadn't seen before, but obviously from the same series that she had let him look at previously. This one was a sideways shot of her as she sat on the edge of the bed with one foot on the floor and one foot on the bed with her.