He’d spent a few days learning more and more advanced photoshop techniques - it had become an obsession, and one that he’d allowed himself to indu...ge.It had started as a fairly tame picture of Amber in a bikini. He’d altered everything except for her face - his sister’s bust-size had been significantly increased, the bikini had been digitally removed, and Rob had given her almost a dozen more tattoos. Above her ass was a pair of bike handlebar’s, inviting anyone who saw her appealing rear to go. It must have gone. Her front was dry, but her back was still wet. It, particularly the seat, was beginning to feel bad. She lay down on her front on the porch to get that into the sun.“See,” said Kate gesturing to her granddaughter, “Bob used to lie like that.”“Genes,” Jeanette guessed. She looked fondly at her daughter. If they tried to make Cat lie down in a soft bed for an hour, they would have a battle royal. But she was quite content to lie on a hard wooden porch in the way of anyone who. They were wrong, and the Magistrate has tried to make amends,” Janie said. The words felt like ash on her lips as she spoke them.“How do you make amends for countless people killed? We don’t even know how many of us died. Or how many of us are left. In my mother’s caravan, it was three. Out of fifty four.”Janie had learned of the Purges in school, but she’d been educated by the Magistrate. The instructors called it a dark chapter in their history, and convinced her that the Magistrate was. Although it all may sound a bit sordid, it wasn't, it was in fact beautiful, very beautiful and as I slipped into bed behind my mother, I wondered if we'd ever find that level of pleasure again!Morning came all too soon and I tried to ignore it, but between them mum and Jill roused me and together we took our coffee and toast down into the garden in a kind of symbolic gesture, probably in my honour, they both wore a tee shirt and sexy little panties and treated me to some beautifully posed.