Along with Jen. I was going to be a participant in the interview. It was my formal introduction to Mike and it took place on his home turf. I drove to...Jen's office where we got into her car and then drove to the Tryon Police Department.After the hellos were all passed back and forth we got down to business. "Do I need a lawyer?" Mike asked."Everyone needs a lawyer," Jennifer said. "If you like we can reschedule this for a time you have your lawyer present."Tell you what, let's see where this is. "Really? Does your son know?" Not that I know of, he wasn't home when we took them"."Is that the only one he took?" I decided to see how far this all went."No, he took several pictures of me. We can trade more if you like?"I opened up the folder again and sent off another picture. This time it showed the guy from head down to his abs."Mmm, very nice."I couldn't believe my mom was writing these things to me. But I had to remind myself that she didn't know it was me.The picture that arrived. When she felt the other blokes hand on her arse and realised her dress was up so all the blokes could see she started to struggle a bit to break free but didn't want to attract attention so couldn't struggle too hard. The bloke kissing her just kissed her harder as the other one started to pull down her thong till it fell to her ankles. She couldn't make too much fuss in case other people in the bar noticed so seemed to resign herself to the fact that these blokes were now looking at her bare. Wetalked about the changes to our rooms, and to the pictures on ourwalls. Michael had had quite a few pictures of nude women on his walls,and he had woken up to find that they had changed to men who weretotally naked or modelling men's underwear. We talked about how weirdall the memory thing was, it was like you had lived two lives. When wesaid goodbye to each other, we hugged again. There was still no oneelse around. I walked home in the late afternoon sun, clutching my bag.When I reached my.