David Boski writes

Finders Keep Her   

I had been drunk the night
before and I lost my phone.
in it, were a bunch of photos
of her in compromising positions;
there was no passcode to open
the phone, and some of the photos
showed her face, ass, tits and stomach
covered in my come. I wasn’t going
to tell her at first, as my concern was
that she’d be devastated knowing a
stranger out there had found the phone
and the photos within; but I decided to
tell her the truth, and to my surprise she
said: ‘oh, I don’t care, it’s not like they’ll
know it’s me or who I am.’ I laughed, and
agreed, as her point was valid, and later I
got a new phone, and we took more photos;
but I don’t know what happened to those.

I  Modi (The Fashion) [fragments] -- Marcantonio Raimondi