Filth. Smut. Porn. Depraved and kinky. Daniel's hard drive, once Jack works his way through a number of increasingly unlikely passwords and gets to 'jgoaway' by a flash of insight he'll later swear was God-given, is an eye-opener.

It's not the images and words alone that arouse him; it's the illicit peeking. But Daniel had to know he'd find this; in fact, he'd probably arranged it as an admonitory rap on the knuckles for anyone (Jack) who snooped.

It's four minutes in before Jack realises there isn't a woman in sight.

Five when his hand slips down to his lap.


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