I’ve never indicated in my profile where I live, how old I am, or even my sex. I have very few ‘friends’ online and they mostly know me by one o... my aliases and not by name.Amazingly, I’m still pretty active and think of myself as even a little vulnerable online. I have a dozen email addresses, carefully concealed behind various identities. My passwords for those accounts are changed every thirty days. I create temporary email addresses through anonymous host sites and then create permanent. At a minimum, several of the more 'innocent' pictures would be used.Sarah would act as MC. Never having met her, Lindsey and Mark continued to be surprised be her strength and determination. Her hatred of her brother ran very, very deep, and she was going to vent it to the fullest.The sisters would stay out of sight while the guests arrived. They had all been instructed to arrive fifteen minutes before Frank was due. The parents, Anna and Fred, would be there, and neither of the sisters wanted. They'd of course found nothing—he'd replaced the computer after the night he took Susan, well, Ariel then, there—but with the flash drive the replacement was itself somewhat damning.But it meant he knew there was a copy of his info out there, and it didn't take a lot of deductive reasoning for him to figure out how that happened. His lawyers had immediately petitioned a court to have the copy turned over, but the Feds piously professed not to have it. If there was one, not that they were. "But now I'm back with my man," she squeezed Garry's hand. "I fancy Sarah as much as ever."Mum agreed, and Garry and I just looked at each other and shook our heads in wonder. "Women," he laughed."We're doing our stint at Steve's place tonight, would you fancy coming down with us?" I think we could force ourselves, don't you, Terry?"I pretended to consider it and got a kick on the shin from mum for my troubles.We went down to the beach and strolled hand in hand in the surf, and suddenly.