Each Christmas time, I e-mail Ashley a Christmas card. You see, from the time we were eight years old until we were 16-years-old, as unlikely as it might seem, rich Ashley and poor Julius lived in the same house.

My parents were God fearing, church going, black servants for Ashley's parents. Despite my fine ancestry and my righteous upbringing, ol' Julius done turned out bad.

I split when I was 16-years-old and fell in with bad companions. Fortunately, I was badder than they were and also smarter than they were. My companions and I bent a few laws and made a lot of money. I split before the police caught up with the rest of my companions and, at the age of 21, found myself rich and very skilled. Unfortunately, most of my skills tend to be om areas that are a bit illegal. Fortunately, I'm now rich enough that I can pick my spots as far as moneymaking enterprises go.

It's getting on in December and I'm about due to send my yearly e-mail Christmas card to Ashley, when I get an e-mail from Ashley. Now, I always get an e-mail back from Ashley when I send my Merry Christmas e-mail. However, this e-mail is different.

Ashley is in trouble and I'm the only one she has to turn to who might be able to help her. She tells me about the problem and asks for my help.

I e-mail back that I'm on my way and I'll need a pick up at the Greyhound depot about an hour and a half from her house. I also give her my bus schedule.

I ride the bus to where Ashley waits.

She picks me up in her sedan, as I asked her to, instead of her red convertible. Ashley is glad to see me, but scared. Now, as back when, Ashley is a tallish blonde lady with a pretty face and a fantastic body.

It seems that Ashley is worried about some photos that she posed for. She has to get the photos back.

I ask her who took the pictures.

Ashley names a photographer who has had a studio in town for many years.

I have Ashley drive me to what's a pleasant tree-lined street in the day and a dark hole at night. I have Ashley scrunch down, so that it looks like nobody is in the car. I tell her to wait for an hour, if I'm not back by then, I'm in jail.

I sneak down the street to the back of a row of offices. The door I'm looking for is the back door of a photography studio. The back door has a key lock, mainly so the photographer, when he wants to, can sneak models in the back way without anyone knowing. I have an electronic key that will open almost anything.

I get in through the back door and shut off the alarm I had helped install, back when I was just a high school kid, who worked cheap. I'm quick enough so that the alarm doesn't sound, despite the fact that I have to overcome the security system first. Once I'm inside the studio, I find the big floor safe the photographer uses and crack the rather outmoded lock. Inside are photo series of several of the wilder, better looking young ladies of the town. There's also a nice wad of cash. I have my pay, now to work on my Christmas present.

I lock everything back up and get back to Ashley in plenty of time.

Ashley then drives us out to her place.

Ashley is scared as hell. She pours us a couple of drinks and then tells me her story.

Ashley's parents are dead in an airplane crash. She has a nice income from a trust they had set up, but the income is contingent upon Ashley's good behavior. It seems that Ashley has posed for some nude photographs. If the nude photographs come to the attention of the trustees of the estate, Ashley is out of luck and out of money.

It seems that one William, poor but lecherous boy, has somehow obtained copies of Ashley's photos and has threatened to post them on a web site and ruin Ashley financially. However, if Ashley will fuck William, he won't post the photos. Ashley is smart enough to see that she'll become William's slave if she does what he wants.

I ask Ashley how William will contact her.

Ashley tells me that William calls her every day and he's getting nastier and more threatening with every phone call.

I tell Ashley that I have a solution to her problem. I can see that she doesn't lose her inheritance and that William is put away where he can't get at her and that when William does get out, he'll be running for his life. However, there's one problem.

Ashley tells me that she's desperate and will do anything.

I tell Ashley that I hope she really means anything.

Ashley takes a big hit of her drink and says, "Okay, I'll do anything."