So she looks nice and we have some resemblance, but we're different too, which is cool. I didn't look like my dad at all, thank goodness. He looked li...e he just got off the boat from Africa and he was proud of it. Me too, except I didn't want to look like him. I like my looks a lot and Mom liked her hers, I was sure. She took care of herself."Hi!" She smiled at me and then she saw Michael, tall and blonde and blue eyed.Michael was very handsome, no doubt about that, and it was why he was my. She smelt of sex and after she got out of my car, there was a big wet spot on the seatAnyway, years went by and she eventually divorced the idiot. I kept taking pics of her in more and more seductive poses, but never anything more. Then she found another guy and moved in with him. That’s when the photos stopped and we lost contact.That is till this year. It’s been 7 years since we first met. Out of the blue she messaged me to see if I could take some pics of her daughter’s birthday party. .. I could scroll through, mark and delete them wholesale. Others, aiming to get me to sign up for online dating or chat sites, I glanced at before deleting. Most of them were computer generated; you could tell because the wordings were 'perm any two from five' or so; predictable, badly spelt, repetitive and unconvincing. Very occasionally, there was one that appeared to be from a real person and, ever hopeful, I sometimes replied, triggering an exchange of messages that ceased when I refused. Talk to me when you are sober.”I stood up from the bed and made my way towards the door.“Steve!” Mary called out.I turned around to look at her. She stood up and came close to me.“Thank you for checking on me. I like that,” Mary said.I nodded before opening the door and letting myself out of the room.Things changed ever since then. Mary and I met often in the library to study. For me, it was a mere revision while for Mary, who was busy entertaining boys, it was something new. Initially, we met.