Chapter One
The sun felt warm on my skin as I sat in the hammock in our back yard, looking around at the small pool and beautiful landscaping. I appreciated the hard work my husband had put into the home we share. He does not make a lot of money, barely enough to pay basic bills, but he spends much of his time and energy taking care of our home and our relationship. He planted a thick, eight foot tall hedge running from the house to the public beach on both sides of our property. This blocked the view from our patio and pool area to the houses on both sides. The privacy was nice, but did allow a direct view of the beach and Pacific Ocean. Yes, I love him and deeply value Gary Walters. He had been raised in a broken home and being the oldest of three boys, he helped his mom support a family at the age of 14 when his father died. Now, although no formal education, he does everything possible for me and our two daughters, age 4 and 7. Our nine year marriage has been difficult, but we have both been very happy.
I am from another background than Gary. My name is Barbara. My dad was a banker that worked his way up the corporate ladder to eventually become a Regional V.P. with an excellent salary and benefits. As the only daughter, he loved to spoil me with clothing, trips and eventually a good private school. My parents passed away within a year of each other and when I entered college I was on my own but financially secure.
A girl friend and I joined together to rent an apartment during college. We were both on the honor roll but also had our share of fun. There were several times we had great parties at our apartment. We also had our share of boyfriends, but both agreed to NEVER have one remain overnight. We remained what all our friends would describe as good-girls.
It was during our senior year we had a party and invited about twenty people, both male and female. We served snacks and only a few basic drinks. My friend and I only had a single drink but both passed out early and woke up naked in our own beds the next morning. Our heads were splitting and the apartment was a mess, very unusual for either of us. Neither of us knew what had happened. She told me she was afraid we had been drugged. The graduation was a few months later, we all went our own way and forgot about that incident.
It was a job offer I had which brought me across the country to San Diego, California. I loved working at an advertising agency. A fellow student had recommended me to a family friend who owned that company and offered me a challenging position. I purchased a small house right on the beach and spent my free time decorating and furnishing it. It was a good time and even gave me the chance to meet Gary. He was doing small construction projects for my next door neighbor and I asked him to work for me. We soon dated and fell in love. The next summer we were married on the beach behind our house.
Time has passed and we build our lives together with our daughters. Gary continued his work and I was promoted to a senior agent at the same company. We were both active in our Assembly of God Church, the local school PTA and a Neighborhood Watch group that was more social than security. I had also been elected to the Better Business Bureau as a junior director.
We hired a wonderful housekeeper, Rosa Martinez that would pick up the girls at day care and at school every day. Gary would take them to school on his way to work. She was a 61 year-old widow from Costa Rica that became a member of our family. With her doing the housekeeping and making sure the children were cared for until Gary or I returned home. We were living the perfect life. That was when the roof fell in on me.
Chapter Two
Returning home early on a Monday afternoon I opened the mailbox and found an unusual envelope. It appeared to be a thick card; however it had no return address or stamp. It only had "BARBARA" printed on it. Fortunately Rosa was picking up the girls so I was alone as I opened it. The large card inside had a picture on the front of me naked on my back, spread out asleep on a bed. Inside the card was another picture of me. I was on me on my knees and elbows on the floor with a man behind me. It was obvious that he was fully in me, having sex. I was stunned.
A business card fell out on to the floor. I picked it up and read the brief note printed on the blank card. It said, "These pictures and many more were taken of you at your apartment during your senior year. If you would like them distributed to your friends, neighbors and co-workers, DO NOT call this phone number at 9 A.M. Wednesday morning. 992-7856."
During the next two days I was going crazy wondering where this came from and who had sent it to me. The party we had in our apartment when my roommate and I had passed out came back to mind. She must have been correct about us being drugged. Perhaps someone slipped us some Roofies or date rape drug, since we had passed out and did not remember anything happening except waking nude in our beds. The most obvious question was why were they appearing now, almost ten years later? Who had them all these years and how did they reappear at this time?
