People really should be more careful with their property. Take Amanda, for instance, a young woman I know. I won't say she's a close friend of mine, more like a casual acquaintance. She's a lovely young woman, but a bit of a scatterbrain at times. She always seems to be mislaying things.
If she's in any group you're with you can be sure that if you find the odd object that has wandered astray, it's Amanda's.
That's why I wasn't too surprised when I found a handbag on the ground next to my car at the local mall and it turned out to be Amanda's. I wandered into the mall and had the central office page her but she didn't turn up. I assumed that she'd left her purse behind when departing. So I headed on home myself, purse in hand.
Now I didn't know where Amanda lived and I didn't know who, among our mutual friends, would know how to contact her. So the only sensible thing to do was go through her bag to find what contact details were there.
I struck it lucky as her license and her phone were there. If I had to I could go to her address and leave the bag, but I didn't like the idea. If she wasn't home and I left it, someone might pinch it. So I checked the phone.
It was locked, of course, but by tilting the screen and looking at finger-marks it seemed to me that the area over the two was rather scruffy. I took the chance and tapped the two several times and bingo, the phone was activated.
I hopped onto the contacts list, starting with her mother, and it didn't take long to track her down. She was at a friend's place, bewailing the loss of her bag and all her credit cards, etc. etc.
I broke the happy news and gave her my address and she said she'd be around right away.
As a matter of curiosity (and because I'm a natural born snoop) I checked out her taste in music (abysmal) and looked to see what sort of pictures she took. Now that turned out to be interesting. As soon as I realised what I'd found I connected via Bluetooth and transferred all her pictures to my phone and saved them to my micro SD card.
Now why would I do that? Well, ninety percent of the photos were totally innocuous, along the lines of this is me and Chloe looking like idiots at a café. The other ten percent were selfies of a totally different nature.
I'd always noted that Amanda was nicely stacked, but I hadn't really noticed how nicely. There was an interesting line of photos showing her in different bras, together with a line that showed she didn't need one.
It also seemed that she liked to experiment with matching panties and bras. I also liked the ones where she showed off all her tan lines without extraneous items like clothes blocking the view.
Adventurous little Amanda also shaved a certain area, trying out different little patterns, each pattern being slightly smaller than the one before. You can guess what the final ones showed.
Would you believe that these naughty photos were quite innocent compared to some of the others. Close ups of dildo's and how they fit. There was quite a number of very naughty selfies there.
It was beyond belief that someone with that sort of dynamite on their phone would be so careless at to lose it. And to have such a crappy pin number. I was going to have a little fun with Amanda when she came around.
When was right. I'd expected her to come rushing right around to collect her purse, especially as it contained phone, money, license and credit cards. But no. Would you believe it was four hours before she eventually rocked up to collect it? And I was effectively stuck at home until she arrived. If I'd wanted to go out I'd have been a little pissed off at being forced to wait for Amanda to swing past.
I was watching the game on TV when Amanda finally fronted. The front door was open, so when the bell rang I just tilted my chair back to see who it was and yelled at her to come in.
She came bustling in, already looking around for her bag.
"In the kitchen," I said, getting up and heading that way, with Amanda almost treading on my heels as she came.
Amanda pounced on the bag, opened it to check the contents and then opened her purse and counted her money. That irritated me. Then she stuffed the purse bag in her bag, hung the bag over her shoulder, grunted thanks and was heading out.
"You're welcome," I called after her. "Nice set of pictures you have."
She came to a screeching halt and spun to face me, face a lovely red.
"Were you snooping through my phone?" she yelled.
"I used it to call you, remember?" I said. "Or to call your friends while looking for you. I guess I must have pressed the wrong button and your photos popped up. After seeing the first one I couldn't resist seeing the rest."
Amanda was red from both embarrassment and fury. The fact that not only had I seen the photos but was laughing at her about them was driving her wild.
"If you mention them to anyone," she started, "I'll, I'll. . ."
It seemed she couldn't decide what she'd do. I added some fuel to the fire.
"Some of those pictures are really nice. You won't really mind if I show a couple around, will you. I'll say that I took them and won't tell them it's you."
"Show them round? What do you mean, show them round?" she shrieked.
"Well, while I was filling in time waiting for you to come and collect your things, I sort of copied the nicest photos to my own phone," I said, smiling innocently. "I figured you wouldn't mind as you've probably been texting them anyway."
"You didn't," she whispered, staring at me, absolutely appalled at the idea. "They're private. I've never shown any of them to anyone."
"You really should download the Keepsafe app," I told her. "Then no-one can see photos you want to keep private. Too late now."
Amanda just stood there, glaring at me.
"Those are my photos," she said, fury seething in her voice. "I want you to delete them from your phone right now."
"Or else what?" I asked, laughing. "You'll tell your mother what sort of photos I copied and ask her to get them back? Call the cops and have them examine the photos on your phone and then check my phone to see which ones match?"
Amanda was almost dancing on the spot in her fury, but it was obvious she didn't know what to do. I did. I explained my idea to her.
"I'll tell you what I'll do," I said. "It seems to me you have some fairly explicit photos of yourself on the phone, and might I say that you appear to have a sensational body. However, there is one type of photo missing. If you let me help you correct that oversight I'll pass you my phone and you can personally delete all your photos so that you know they're gone."
She was suspicious, which was not unreasonable. I could see her mind was racing, trying to work out what sort of photo was missing. She gave up and asked.
