i was about twelve at the time
when a friend came round to stay the night. AOL had just launched, and was all the rage amongst those who didn't know better. being impressionable twelve year olds, with a dwindling stash of dumpster porn, we decided that the internet would be an excellent way of finding new pictures of nudey ladies to look at.
being twelve, and being on AOL (which didn't really give you access to the internet without installing an external browser), we scoured the chatrooms in the hope of finding someone with an equal interest in onanistic material (not that we even really knew what to do with it at the time).
within minutes we had been approached by someone asking if we wanted to exchange pictures. having nothing of our own, our kindly benefactor agreed to furnish us with some of his to get started.
as the .gif slowly loaded, each line appearing slowly enough to heighten our already feverish anticipation, we realised that we were, in fact, looking at a naked twelve year old girl. and another. and another.
being twelve, this didn't really register as being anything wrong. it seemed perfectly reasonable to fantasise about the girls in your class, so we happily carried on scouring chatrooms, and amassing as much of this as is possible on a 14k modem in a single night (about 15 pictures, all told).
i have no recollection of the people who we contacted that night, but within a week or so, we had both agreed that something very, very wrong had occurred, and agreed to never speak of it again.
in which case, i'm going to hell for breaking our pact of silence. fuck.
( the brass moustache putting the ass moust in brache since, Thu 11 Dec 2008, 19:32, 1 reply)

Scotland yard knocking on your door...
...3...2....1.
(castaboras the time at the beep will be, Thu 11 Dec 2008, 19:36, closed)