"I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me. I promise I will delete those pictures, and I won't do that again." Mr. Vincent said. He felt ashamed, realizing how far he had fallen from the image of the responsible father and businessman he tried to project.

"Better, because I'm here now to do things they couldn't do for you." She said, looking deep into his eyes. She didn't back down; instead, she moved closer until her wet shirt was brushing lightly against his chest. "You don't need them again. Once we are done fucking our brains out, you can go ahead and wipe them off your phone."

Mr. Vincent...