It was my mother's 40th birthday. So my dad threw her a birthday dinner at a restaurant with a couple of relatives and friends and of course I had to be there too. And to be honest, the food was good, but otherwise it was boring. My name is David and I'm an athletic 20-year-old. All the other dinner guests were at least 30. After some time I noticed that Ms. Johnson really enjoyed talking to me. She was asking me about my job, my hobbies, everything. She was 39, I guess, because I heard her talking about her 40th birthday party next year.
So Ms. Johnson and I kept talking. I knew she was divorced and had an 18-year-old daughter, so I thought maybe she wanted me to date her daughter. Ms. Johnson was a typical mom, but quite good-looking. She is about 5'7'', brown hair and pretty brown eyes. We continued talking and she made my evening a little bit more interesting.
Two weeks later my mother called me. She asked me if I could drive to Ms. Johnson, she obviously had problems with her computer and since I told her at the birthday dinner that I know a little bit about computers, she wondered if I could take a look at it. It was a Sunday morning and I had no other plans, so I decided to help her. I guess I was hoping to see her daughter, because I heard she was extremely gorgeous.
An hour later I arrived at her house and she welcomed me at the door,
"Hey David, thanks for coming."
"No problem, Ms. Johnson," I answered.
"Please come in David. And call me Amy," Ms Johnson said.
I followed her into the living room. It was a pretty nice house. Amy went ahead towards the computer. I followed her taking a quick look around. I noticed that the bedroom door was open. I looked inside and saw a bed which was too small to be a double bed. There was a sheet and a pillow on it, but no blanket. The pillow was white with little pink flowers on it. And the wall was pink and white too. I figured it was her daughter's room. But then I looked a bit closer and saw that something was lying on top of the pillow. Hand cuffs!!
I thought to myself, "Uh, somebody was having fun last night. But why would her daughter let the bedroom door open with the cuffs lying on the bed!?" I had no time to think it through, because I had to start looking at the computer. While I was trying to find the problem Amy told me that Amber, her daughter, was away for the whole weekend. "Oh, maybe Ms. Johnson likes to get laid in her daughter's bed," I thought.
It was hard to concentrate on the computer, but I found the problem quickly. Nevertheless I continued to act like I was working, because I wanted her to think that the problem was bigger than it really was. On the other hand, it gave me the opportunity to look through the stuff she had stored on her computer. After some time Ms. Johnson went to get some juice. It was then when I found a folder somewhere on the hard disk that made me curious. The title of the folder was "The contest". Without hesitation I opened it. It contained to other folders and now I got really curious, because the title of the first folder was "Amber" and the title of the second folder was "Amy".
I took a quick look around. Ms. Johnson, Amy, was still in the kitchen. I thought about a million things and then I opened the "Amy" folder. I imagined a lot of things but what I saw really took me by surprise. The folder contained a few pictures. Every picture showed the same: Amber's room, I mean I guessed it was Amber's room, actually it just showed the bed, and on top of the bed: a nude guy, the hands cuffed to the top of the bed, one foot cuffed to the bottom right corner of the bed, and the other one cuffed to the bottom left corner of the bed.
