Photographic Evidence

That Saturday night after a head-board-banging-against-the-wall wild fuck in Buck’s bed and he had left the room to take a shower, Tonya moved over to the laptop he’d left open and turned on on a desk. He had opened the Internet connection after Tonya had convinced him to run a porn movie so that they could mimic it in the bed. It only took her a few minutes to use his account to download the photos she’d taken ten days earlier of Gail Pascoe, naked, in her kitchen and of her fucking herself on Jason as he was seated on her kitchen chair—but without showing Jason’s face. She posted these to an Internet porn site and was back in bed before Buck came out of the bathroom.

Although she regretted giving up Buck’s luscious cock, from the middle of the next week she’d cut him dead on sexual encounters, saying she had grown tired of him. She tried to keep a straight face when she said that, because how could a woman grow tired of a young, horse-hung white boy stud like Buck?

But her purpose—other than a little balling fun—had always been revenge on Jason’s hookup with Gail Pascoe and a shot across his bow to either shape up with her or ship out.

Buck didn’t take the rejection kindly. He carried through with the previously rethought idea of uploading the photos of his own trysts with Tonya Jackson onto the Internet.