Evidence B

I never thought I would provide evidence B for a trial. Actually, I had never taken part in a trial before. But, you know how it is, life has many turns and twists. And I guess this was one of them.

It all began on Tuesday. I was doing my half hour of jogging before doing six hours of home office at my apartment, when two cars crashed less than twenty feet away from me. It was all so sudden, that if one of the cars had run over me, I wouldn’t have realized about it until seconds later.

Luckily, that didn’t happen. What did happen, however, was that a cell phone fell right in front of me. I don’t know why I picked it up, nor do I know why I walked back home instead of giving it to one of the paramedics or the police officer that quickly arrived at the scene.

The point is that I took it home. I forgot about it during the first two hours of my turn. However, when I was taking a coffee break, I remembered I had the phone. It wasn’t blocked, so it was easy to open it.

I was curious about knowing who this person was, so I checked his chats and messages. Nothing interesting there. However, when I opened its picture gallery, I got a big surprise!

It turns out that the owner of the phone was a woman with a taste for bondage. There were hundreds of images of her in ropes. And in some of them, she was wearing almost no clothes. I must admit that I found the pictures truly hot. I mean, I barely put attention to my work online for the rest of the day.

Anyway, I would have kept the phone, but I read in the local newspaper that a trial about the accident was taking place. I thought that it might be useful. So, I put it in an envelope and sent it to the police.

Days later, I saw it in a picture of the trial. It had been labeled “Evidence B.”

This is my Shibari story.