Diner began as nicely as usual. We were all sitting there fixing out plates and talking to one another. Then my oldest daughter said, "Dad should I show her?" Well by this time I was excited that they had something for me to see.

When she handed me the picture. I felt my heart sink. I looked at it and then looked away. Who was it in the picture? Who took this picture?
What does this mean?

Looking again at the picture I saw that the child naked on the bed was my daughter April. What I could not make out was who's face it was down next to her genital area.

I felt my body start shaking and hot tears began to stream down my face. Who? How? Where? I just looked at my daughter. She alone had the answers.

She was only about nine at this time. So we had been her parents for a little over four years. She began telling me that the person with her was a neighborhood friend. But something inside me told me differently.

I just was at a loss for words. She said a few more things but I can't even remember what they were. All I knew was this was my child and I was going to get to the bottom of this and make sure the boy was punished.

The next day I called the social worker at my daughters school and asked to come speak with her.
I took the picture with me. I showed her the picture and I began to cry again. She called April down to her office. Then she called the police for me.

I listened to April explain who the person was again and her story changed. Each time she told it the person with her changed. She got scared and began to cry. I took her in my arms and I apologized to her for this happening to her again.
I promised her that who ever it was would be punished and that she would be safe again.

After the police woman came in and saw the pictures she began to ask April questions. April began to answer them. The picture had been taken with one of my Kodac One Step Cameras. She asked me if i had one. I said I have three and all of them have film in them. I kept them there to take life pictures of the kids for their books. To build them photo memories.

The officer asked April how many pictures were taken. She said we took them all. So there were at least 8 pictures and I only had one of them.

The police officer sent April back to class then she told me to go home and look in the rooms and turn over mattresses and look in bathroom cabinets.
We needed to find the other pictures.

We turned the house up side down and then we began to find pictures. One of April on her knees with a smile on her face ready to give the older boy oral sex.

Each picture was more and more explicit. Then in one picture they forgot to hide the boys face. When my husband saw it he got angry. When I saw it
I was horrified and unable to speak.

The boy in the picture was...............