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him,
and that being apart would bring some clarity and logic to the
situation. Or even that she would miss him. But she never contacted
him.
    Patrick called ahead and spoke with Tricia.
Mark was still home with his broken leg so he went during the day,
rather than face Tricia. He knew his Dad was pretty upset, he
figured Tricia was probably the same.
    "Hey Mark. I'm here to pick up my Dad's
stuff."
    "Yeah, OK, come on in. I'll get it."
    Mark crutched down the hall to the
office/guest bedroom. His Mom had put the stuff in a bag in there
somewhere. He looked around. He saw a big envelope on top of the
desk addressed to John in Kabul. Without really thinking about it,
he opened the envelope. He didn't think it was part of John's
things, but he wasn't sure.
    What he pulled out of the envelope shocked
the shit out of him.
    "I'm going to fucking kill him!" he
roared.
    Patrick came down the hall to see what Mark
was yelling about. He was not prepared for what he saw when he
looked over Mark's shoulder. Holy Shit.
    Mark was staring at a picture of his mom,
naked and spread open for the camera. Her pussy was bare and
glistening. She was pulling her lips apart. She had the sweetest
shy expression on her face, her hair messy like she just woke up. Damn. Patrick tried to compose himself.
    Mark slammed the pictures face down on the
desk.
    "What did that fucking bastard do?"
    "Hey man, my father would never take pictures
like that. No way."
    "Really?! Well what the fuck are these?"
    "Look at them again, Mark. She took these
herself."
    Mark picked up a picture. Patrick reached
over and picked up a different one. In this one, Tricia had both
her breasts in her hands, holding them up to the camera, smiling
prettily, with her head tilted to the side. She was seated on the
bed with her legs slightly apart; her pussy was completely bare, no
hair anywhere. She was spectacular.
    "Look man, see the camera. She's posing in a
mirror."
    "Stop looking, man. That's my Mom you're
drooling over."
    Mark's voice was edged with despair. He threw
the picture in his hand to the floor.
    "Yeah, well, she's beautiful. You shouldn't
feel embarrassed. You should feel proud you have such an attractive
mom. You know, she takes care of herself."
    Patrick tried his best to console his friend.
It was tough. He did not want to get a hard-on for his friend's
mother, his Dad's girlfriend, but the pictures were
extraordinary.
    "What the fuck do you know? It's not that
great. I have been fending off men since I was ten. Every fucking
asshole that sees her has to try. I mean everyone. My gym teacher,
our minister, even some of my Dad's fucking friends. Can you
believe that? I was always hanging around, cause I could tell by
the way they looked at her. I fucked it up for them every time.
She's so nice to everyone. She doesn't know they just want to get
in her pants."
    While Mark was talking, Patrick picked up the
last picture. His knees buckled as he gazed on Tricia, with her ass
to the mirror, looking back over her shoulder innocently, her
pussy, pink and pretty as could be. He put the picture down.
Patrick knew there was going to be trouble over this.
    "Don't get all worked up, man. This is not
our business. OK? They're adults."
    "I'm going to fucking kill someone. This shit
has to stop."
    ***
    "Dad?"
    "Yeah, Patrick what is it?"
    "I picked up your stuff today. But, Dad,
there's a problem. A big problem."
    "What is it?"
    Patrick hesitated.
    "What, Patrick?"
    "While I was there, Mark found some pictures
of Tricia. I think she was planning to send them to you. Dad,
um…she was…uhh…naked in the pictures. And, Goddamn, Dad, she's
beautiful. Oh my god, you will not believe these pictures."
    John was stunned. He wasn't sure he heard his
son correctly.
    "Wait, Patrick, say that again?"
    "Dad, Mark found some pictures of his Mom
without any clothes on, in an envelope addressed to you. He was
fucking pissed. He was ready to kill. I know he's gonna confront
her. At first, he