. She did not know he’d had her swipe code for several years now. And he’d made good use of it, which is precisely why he so wanted his phone. For...the past three or four years, Susan had been photographing herself in various states of undress. She didn’t seem to have sent them to anyone, as far as he could tell. And she certainly didn’t have a boyfriend, though he knew plenty of the boys at school were plenty crazy about her. Several of his friends fancied her totally and weren’t shy about. I had just turned 18 a few weeks ago and the week before we had our prom, in fact it was our last week of high school. I was walking down the corridor when I saw our prom queen head into the restroom swiftly. She was called Erin, a brunette, about 5'7 and she was a cheerleader. She was always really snobby and stuck up and really bitchy to everyone in the school. Just out of curiosity I followed her into the restroom.The restroom had about 5 stalls and was way out of the way of anyone else.. I called her once again when I arrived home, it was just after five-thirty and, while we were talking, Brian arrived home.I heard him say, "Hi, sexy, I need a welcome home kiss. How's dad?" I'm talking to your brother on the phone," she replied, "Your dad's fine. He's asleep right now." Well, tell my brother that you'll be silent of a minute or two, and put the phone down," Brian said with authority, "I need my welcome home kiss." It's okay, I'll hold on," I said, "Go give him his kiss."Brian. I was never all that good with competitive games. I just liked to play and the outcome never bothered me as much as it does most, something that bothers Kay more than a little when we’re playing board games. ‘You’re not taking this seriously, Rach.’ She’d admonish me from time to time, and I’d simply shrug and smile apologetically and go try a little harder, just to please her, still not caring about the outcome. After all, it was enough that I got to sit across the table from her and play.