Father's name: Frank Walker,
Mother's Name: Bitch ran out when I was born.
Tracy sighed and ran her fingers through her hair. She pressed the back space on her keyboard deleting the last entry. She hated filling out forms, mostly because it reminded her of her mother leaving when she was born. Like many kids these days she grew up in a single parent home, growing up with only her father.
Her father had never remarried, actually he never really dated much either. Understandably soured on the last relationship, he had focused on raising her. While she didn't always get what she wanted, she always had what she needed. In truth, her life hadn't really been all that bad.
Now at eighteen she was ready to go to college. She was starting in two months and had forms to fill out. Her dad had already paid for the classes and books, but with a limited income he couldn't afford to get her an apartment. It wasn't really that big a deal for her. Living only twelve miles from campus, it was an easy commute.
Tracy finished typing out the form on her laptop and saved it to her hard drive. She would e-mail it later that day to the college so they knew what classes she wanted to take. Frustrated at the lateness of her application, she had been unable to get into the university she wanted to attend. Lack of funds on her dad's part and a failure to get a scholarship on hers.
Tracy went down stairs into the kitchen. Looking for something to eat, she saw her dad in their eating a sandwich and reading the paper.
"Hey Dad. What's up?" Asked Tracy.
"Not much." He said. "Just reading what our dumb ass President did this time."
Tracy knew that the political section of the paper was like the comics for him. "Yeah? And what did our beloved President do?"
"Uh hem." In his best Bush voice. "There's no question about it. Wall Street got drunk -- that's one of the reasons I asked you to turn off the TV cameras -- it got drunk and now it's got a hangover. The question is how long will it sober up and not try to do all these fancy financial instruments."
Tracy laughed. "What the hell does that mean?"
Frank shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know. But if you figure it out. Let me know."
Frank put the paper down. "Did you get your class request form sent?"
"I finished filling it out. I just have to attach it to an email. I wanted to get something to eat first. Besides, it's Saturday. No one is going to get it until Monday." Answered Tracy as she made herself a sandwich.
"That's fine. Just don't forget. I'm going to leave in a bit to run some errands. You need anything while I'm out?"
"I won't. And no, I'm fine" Tracy took her sandwich and grabbed a soda. Heading to the living room to eat her meal, while she watched TV.
*****
Tracy woke up on the sofa. Looking at the clock, it was now 5PM. She had only been asleep for a couple of hours. Looking around she yelled out. "Dad?" No one answered. She looked out the window and didn't see his car in the driveway. He must still be out running errands, she thought to herself.
Tracy went up to her room and got on her computer. She pulled up the file with her college form. She then opened up her e-mail account. She entered the information in the 'to' and 'subject line'. Hitting the attach button she tried to attach the file. Nothing happened.
"Piece of crap computer." She said as she tried again.
Still nothing happened as she clicked the attach icon several more times. Frustrated with her e-mail account, she closed her e-mail and saved the file on a memory card. She would just use her dad's computer.
Tracy walked into her dad's bedroom and sat at his computer desk. After turning it on she placed the memory card in to the MMC/SD slot. The computer immediately started searching it for files. It pulled up the file and a 'Save as' screen. She was about to click cancel and just transfer it straight to e-mail when she noticed one of the names of the files.
"T & F?" She mumbled to herself.
Seeing that it was in the 'My Documents' section. She hit cancel to close the 'Save As' screen and then hit 'Start' and 'My Documents'. Inside she found the T& F file. Double clicking on it, it opened to a new file with the name spelled out. 'Tracy and Friends'. Curious she double clicked on the file.
Tracy was stunned. There were hundreds of JPEG images of her and her friends. Mostly her though. There were pictures of her in her bikini, laying out by the pool in their back yard. There were several pictures of her sleeping in her panties and tank tops. There were up skirt images of her sleeping on the sofa. As she scrolled to the bottom her eyes stopped on a new type of file 'Windows Audio/Video File'. Each of them was saved by date and time. There were eight of them. Double clicking on the first one, Windows Media Player opened up.
It was her naked about to get in the shower, a look down view. She was horrified. She opened the next several files and they were mostly the same, her in her bathroom. On the sixth file it was a different view. It was a video of her in her bed. It was the same as before, another look down view.
Tracy jumped up and ran to her room. Looking on the ceiling she saw an air vent. It was about two feet past the edge of her bed. Seeing that it required a screw driver she ran down stairs to the kitchen and got a flat head from underneath the sink. She also went into their cluttered garage and grabbed a small step ladder.
Tracy removed the screws from the air vent and pried the vent loose.
