She set a pile of the photographs on the table in front of her plate and picked up the first one. The quality was excellent, crisp focus, rich color, a professional piece of work. It was a shot of a young girl. She stood beside a bed. The covers were folded down and she leaned toward the camera, just turning out the side lamp, one hand holding back long blonde hair. The tilt in her posture had shifted her small breasts forward. Tommy studied her features. Her eyes were focused, her lips lightly pursed. Then Tommy noticed the string that lay curled against her thigh. She was menstruating. What girl would knowingly pose naked with a tampon string hanging from between her legs? Then, feeling like a clod, it came to her: This poor girl knew nothing. She was not posing but simply going to bed.
