It was a phone call. It was always just a phone call that brought the worst news.

It started with a call from my daughter, Bree, asking me how I was, what I had been doing. We talked about her for a minute, catching up, and then, I started to tell her about running into Edward at the hotel and everything that happened after, but another call beeped in. I pulled the phone away from my head to see who was calling me.

It was my friend Jessica. We had plans to get together that night, so I wanted to touch base with her, just to make sure we were still on to meet at the bar.

"Hang on, Bree. Jess is calling, and I need to check some plans real quick." She quickly agreed. She wouldn't wait long, but she would wait. I clicked over.

"Hey Jess, we still on for tonight?" I hadn't seen her recently, and I was really excited about getting together and catching up over several blueberry lemon drop martinis.

"Bella," she said sharply. "Are you alone? Are you home? Where are you?" She sounded flustered, panicked. Shit, probably man trouble. That girl went through them faster than I did, but she invested her heart every time, and I, unfortunately, had to pick up the pieces.

"Well, no, Jess," I said, a little frustrated, not knowing what she had to tell me, but assuming the worst. "I'm on my way back to the office, and I'm on the other line with Bree. What?"

"Hang up right now," she said. "Hang up, and go straight home, and then call me back."

"Jess," I said, more than a little frustrated with her spy game tactics. "What? Just tell me." She sighed heavily.

"Okay, hang up with Bree, and start walking to your house, and then I'll tell you. Believe me, you're gonna want to be at home, and soon."

I hated when she was purposely mysterious like this. She did this all the time, creating drama where there was none.

"Alright," I sighed heavily. "Hang on." I switched back to Bree and started my apology.

"Hey honey, sorry, Jess has some crisis and needs me. Can I call you back later?"

"Yeah," she said quickly. She knew Jess and our history. "No problem. Talk to you later."

"Thanks. Bye honey, love you."

"Love you too, Mom."

I disconnected the call and switched back to Jess, walking towards my townhouse, which was actually on the way back to my office, so I could easily just go straight to work once she spilled the beans about this latest crisis.

"Okay, Jess, I'm all yours and walking towards my house. Now, tell me. What."

"Bella... oh God, I don't know how to tell you this."

Jesus, this was going to go on for awhile, I could tell. And I had appointments all afternoon. I didn't have time for her antics, and I got a little frustrated.

"Jessica, just tell me, okay?"

"Okay?" she said with a question and a heavy sigh, like she wasn't sure. "Um, I'm texting you a link, hang on."

A link? Fuck, really? Did her favorite movie star run off and get married? Jesus. My phone dinged, and the text came through. The link was to a site I had never heard of. It certainly wasn't Entertainment Weekly or Perez Hilton, so my curiosity was piqued.

"Okay, I got the link. What is it?"

"Oh Bella, I can't even say," she said, sounding really upset. I was worried. What had she gotten into now? "Just click on it."

So I did.

I clicked the link on my phone and waited for the page to load.

The header of the page loaded first, and it was a flashy banner for a site called "Real-Life Mrs. Robinson Seductions." Various pictures loaded, really graphic pornographic pictures, with links under them.

It was a fucking porn site.

"Jessica, Jesus! This is porn!" I yelled at her. I seriously didn't have time for this. "Why the fuck are you sending me a porn site?"

"Bella," she said, her voice starting to tremble, like she was about to cry. "Scroll down to the bottom and click on the link next to 'Mrs. Robinson gives Benjamin a night to remember.'"

What the hell? But, I did as she asked. And I waited for it to load, which it did, extremely slowly. When it finally came up, everything was really small, and I couldn't tell what I was looking at.

"Okay, Jess, what am I looking for? All I see is a bunch of really dirty pictures, and I really -"

"Click on the first one," she said, cutting me off. So I clicked on the first pic and waited for it to load. It was a naked guy on a bed, with a half naked woman standing next to him. Something about the picture looked vaguely familiar, but I couldn't put my finger on it.

"Okay, what." I was quickly losing interest and patience.

"Magnify it," she said, her voice sounding strangely small and far away. "Look... look at her face."

I zoomed in on the woman's face, and couldn't quite comprehend what I was seeing.

It was... me. It was a picture of me. It was me, half naked, on a porn site. Me, naked, on the Internet.

Yeah. I don't really have anything terribly snarky to say here, cause that would be pretty awful if it happened. So Bella is pretty upset right now. But it will work out, I promise. :)

Remember when I said this story was half-plot, half fluff? This is the plot half. More fluff to come, I promise. Hang with me, and try not to kill me in the meantime.

All things "Twilight" belong to Stephanie Meyer. The remainder of the perversion is all mine. :)