After being away for Christmas, Lexi had arrived back in town that afternoon with her father, who'd been home for about half an hour before leaving on another business trip. She had spent the last few days with family, and been on her best behavior the whole time. So now she felt like cutting loose.
Unfortunately, everyone she knew seemed to be out of town. Even at Annalise's the lights were out and there was no sign of life. So for lack of anything better to do she fired up her computer and started visiting her favorite porn sites.
She had been clicking around for awhile, finding a few interesting things but nothing that really grabbed her, when she saw an ad that made her look twice. It was a very small picture that was hard to make out, but the Asian girl in it certainly looked like....
She clicked on the link and was taken to the site, where there was a larger version of the same picture. At this size there was no doubt about it: It was Olivia, laying back naked on a white sheet. Her crotch was obscured by the back of a woman's head, her eyes closed, her face contorted in pleasure.
The photo was black-and-white and artistically composed, but incredibly sexy. Lexi was immediately curious to see more, but there was only the one free sample on the site; she would have had to pay to see any more. And this made Lexi concerned about her classmate. Was Olivia involved in selling naked pictures of herself for money? Did she even know about this?
Lexi decided that she should call Olivia and talk to her about it. First, though, she needed to stare at this picture for awhile and touch herself.
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It had been a quiet day at Jessica's; the mistress of the house continued to catch up on her backlog of mail while Jane read a mystery novel, and Marie was giving Celeste an English lesson at the kitchen table when the doorbell rang.
Marie and Celeste were in the middle of conjugating a verb, and Jane was so engrossed in her reading that she didn't even look up. So Jessica shrugged her shoulders and went to answer the door herself.
The faces of the two young women on the porch were familiar, but it took Jessica a moment to place them: It was her Jehovah's Witness friends Rebecca and Rose. They looked different, though; their hair was mussed, and the expressions on their faces were distressed, almost panicky. Both of them looked like they'd been crying.