Started ranting about 'if she couldn't have me no girl could'. She told me I'd be sorry and called me Darla and stormed out the door." No. She couldn'... have. Could she?" Carrie started thinking. "We need to find her." No way!" I demanded. "I don't want to see that bitch after what she's done." She's your only chance to get back to being you." Carrie reasoned, but she had a look in her eyes that I'd never seen before. It scared me. "First, you shower, and I'll get you some clothes to wear."I. I started to say something but then I saw the panic on her face. I put the clothes back in order. Then I turned to her, frozen and staring at me. I spoke to her, “Olivia, what do you know about the red light?”She stammered and stopped. She started crying, “I am sorry. I just could not help myself. I will delete the files. Please don’t tell mom.”I still was not exactly sure what was going on. I think I was being dense. “Olivia, what files?”“The video I made watching you.”“Bring them. Wordlessly, I took my hand out & lifted the hem of her dress. I gazed in wonder at how her lushly meaty cheeks were so well parted that her panties fell in a wide fold between them. I slowly & gently caressed them until her moans faded to sighs. I kissed them & she made a softly keening sound as I help her take her panties off. I kissed, sniffed almost inhaled them. Then kissed the pink rosette of her anus as she gasped & squirmed. She jumped up, turned,& gazed down at me wide-eyed & grateful. Missed it by twenty years, but who’s counting. But you know that song, don’t you?“Have you ever heard of Bad Company? The Eagles?” I ventured. “Hotel California?”“Um, I think my dad liked them or… like, something. They were good, right?”We talked a little more about music, what she liked, which was mostly crap. Why don’t people like songs that have lyrics in them anymore? But Christ, the randomizer was really fucking up me tonight as I heard this next:All I've got is a photographAnd I realize.