ANGER STARTS ARISING in me when Liam returns my precious camera. Indeed it is in a good place when Liam hid this. Nothing scratch or dust has been add to it, except the storage data of the external memory. I know every bit and inch about my DSLR, both inside and outside. And I am right, 57 new photos and two videos – one is a short clip of 42 seconds and one with a duration of 7 minutes and 26 seconds – has sums my camera’s memory card’s storage. The worst is, they are not normal photos or epic shots or random shots of something.
Every single picture is a photo of the appalling and affronting nude body of nudnik Liam. There are so many of them! Some are close-up shots of his erected rod and lips, while some are whole-body shots of him posing in different poses, an
