John Doe

"Hey, Mom," John said, as he drank some orange juice from the fridge straight out of the carton. He got home and was the only one here. Again. "You still at work?"

"Yeah, sweetie," said Karen, pacing while naked in a hotel room, with a tough-looking Bostonian and an **** teenager. "Just finishing up paperwork."

John didn't care what her excuse was, "Yeah, whatever, hey listen I need to buy a new game. It's $70, but I'm out of steambucks." He didn't like asking his mother for money, but he also had trouble holding down a job.

"Sure thing, honey. I'll send you $150. Buy two games!" she hung up the phone and sent him some money via Facebook. Now was not the time to argue.

"Sweet!" John said to himself, not wanting to pry as to why his mother was so quick to hang up. He got his porn money for the next few evenings.

Tom woke up several hours later, snug as a rug under a well-made bed. He wasn't tied down or anything, but found himself only in his underwear, with a feeling that he had ejaculated at one point and someone had washed his privates. He quickly realized where he was, and flipped on the lights, looking around the adjacent hotel room for his clothing, but finding nothing. After several tense minutes, he opened up the connecting door.

Nothing. The room was empty, but the lights on, as he looked around. A briefcase lay on the bed, and he opened it up to reveal a collection of old newspapers. Inside was Tom's clothes, camera, a note, and a collection of photographs. Tom smiled as he recognized brand new pictures of Mrs. Doe, exposing herself, bent over, smiling happily and naked all throughout. Who took them?

But his smile turned into a frown when he flipped to find several of him, ****, getting a handjob from an unseen women (although he recognized Mrs. Doe's wedding ring), clearly showing his face throughout. He set down the photos and picked up the note.

Afternoon's over, Tom!

I hope you enjoy the photos :)

Remember... you too might be somebody someday, and you might not want these to get out, for your friends' or families' sake. Trust me, it's not fun.

Sorry about the bump on your head.

Just don't bring this up with Johnny. He has enough to deal with these days. And me neither. We've had our fun. Don't forget... you're always welcome to dinner! Meatloaf, tonight, if you wake up in time!

XOXO

Karen

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