When I was in college I dated this one chick for a couple of years. We went out drinking one night with a buddy, and he crashed at my house. My ex and I got a little freaky at times, and one night my buddy came into my room while the ex and I were going at it. Neither one of us cared, so I kept on pounding away at her while my buddy watched. We carried on a normal conversation just as if the three of us were sitting at the dinner table or something. My buddy eventually grabbed a camera that was on my desk and started snapping a few photos of us.
A few weeks later after the photos had been developed I had to hide them from my ex because she wanted them destroyed. She would have found them anywhere in my house so I decided to hide them in my room at my parent’s house. Word to the wise: don’t ever hide anything at your parent’s house if you don’t want it to be found. My mom was cleaning about a month later and found the pictures. Turns out I didn’t have to worry about the ex destroying them, because my mom took care of that for her.