I helped her because my own mother died too early and she appeared to need a little.”The next Saturday they met the agent and followed him to the pr...perty. They took Butch in their car. They lived in a suburb north of the city so they had a fair drive to get to the south side and then further south and west into the next county. When they turned off the highway, onto a narrow blacktop county road and finally onto an even narrower gravel road. Finally coming to a driveway that consisted of 2. “Just toss your backpack in the back seat,” Jordan suggested. “That way you’ll know where it is when we get ready to leave.”I nodded and did as she suggested. It was a lot better than trying to keep up with it at the party.Once we got on the road, Jordan looked over at me. “I’m not sure Danielle will let you swim in this,” she said, reaching over and running a hand up my shorts leg. I could feel her nails through the denim and it made my heart race.“I-It’s the only pair I own,” I said. I wanted. "Hmmmm, yes.....androgynous," I thought to myself.I endured an agonising wait at the bus stop, and an even longer busjourney home. Every glance in my direction, from every stranger, nomatter how brief, immediately induced an embarrassed flush of my cheeksand a twitch in my crotch.That, however, was nothing compared to the semi-permanent crimson glowand raging erection I experienced when I got home and my mum visuallyand physically inspected Becky's handiwork for herself. She justcouldn't stop. I’d spend it like I spent every other: alone with my camera, one last time.I hefted my trusty camera from its place amongst the junk on my dresser and powered it on while slipping into my shoes. An unusual message filled the display.Would you like to change your life?The message was impossible. There wasn’t anything on my camera able to generate a message like this. No apps, no internet…no way. But more than the impossibility of it, the question itself stuck out to me.Wouldn’t anyone, if they.