I can see on her face how frustrated she was, maybe that phone had something on it that she didn’t want anybody else to see. “I’m going upstairs...to search for it, let me know if you kind it ok.” “What do I get if I find it?” I said. She gave me the dirtiest look imagine. “Teddy don’t fuck with me! If you find it you better let me know or else.” She replied. I set back on the couch thinking what could be on that phone. I don’t know why I was so curious about it; it’s really none of my business.. ”“We don’t have any equipment, except my guitar. We do have some new clothes that we’ll need to get washed and ironed.”“We’ll take your clothes in and have them sent to laundry. Just wait until we tell them these clothes belongs to Jerry Helton.”“I doubt anyone in Hot Springs will know who I am.”“They may not know what you look like – YET. But everyone in this town knows who you are. Your song, Wanting You, has been playing nearly non-stop on the radio for two days now.”“OH REALLY?”“Yes .... I could feel myself get harder as her light brown pubic hair appeared, a small tangle covering her mons. Claire shifted her feet and thrust herself forward to my waiting fingers. I ran my hands up and down the limited area of her inside thighs I could reach and again around the soft full cheeks of her rear. I’d heard her complain a hundred times about her butt to others, but she was perfect for me. I had no interest whatsoever in a 115 pound model’s tiny hamburger-size butt. Give me a grown. This particular conversation contained many images of the same woman's body, interspersed with texts back and forth.Charlie loved when his online friend shared such pictures with him. He excitedly typed, "Holy shit, you do that??" You know I did" came back almost instantly. "Had to share my art with someone who appreciates it."This conversation had begun months ago, when Charlie made a post about looking for people near him with similar interests. An account by the name of NormalGuyAnon replied.