I was living with my boyfriend for almost a year when I found out he was cheating on me. I left him right away and moved in with my mom who unfortunatly lives 42 miles away from my job. It was a nightmare the next few months and with heavy traffic took almost two hours sometimes not to mention the parking fees in the city. Then Victoria, a lady I work with offered me a room in her house. Vicky, as everyone calls her, is 35, divorced, has two sons 15 and 13 and a four bedroom house. She made me feel very comfortable living there and I got along well with her two sons. I didn't have a private bath but did have a spacious bedroom which I was very much pleased with. I could well afford the rent she charged me and the best thing was I got to work in less than 15 minutes with Vicky. When I think back now her two sons were very sneaky with the things they did. My room was next door to the 13 year old and my bedroom door was always locked. It never accured to me that the small roof outside my bedroom window went across the back of the house. With out my knowledge the boys would go out on the roof at night and peek into my room. I was only 24 at the time and admit since the breakup with my boyfriend that I did masturbate excessively and probably every night. I not only fingered myself but bought a vibrator I used more often than not. I had curtains on my windows but rarely paid much attention to them. In hindsight there was a few times I noticed them open more than usual but I just moved them back in place, never thinking it was the boys who opened them. Another thing I found out is that somehow they managed to make a opening where the bathroom door closed by prying out the wood stripping on one side. I supposed when they finished looking in the bathroom at me they pushed the stripping back in place so no one would notice it.

I lived there 9 months and a week and remember it was a Monday night when I heard Vicky screaming at her sons in the kitchen. When I went downstairs and walked into the kitchen the boys were crying and Vicky continued screaming at them as she was holding two phones with a laptop on the table. She just looked at me and all I remember her saying is "I can't let you look at these". I juat said what are you talking about and thats when she made the boys go to their rooms. Vicky started out apoligizing but not telling me why or what it had to do with the boys. She finally just said she was sorry but the boys have been taking pictures and videos of you. Thats when I insisted she show me what the hell was going on. With that she opened the laptop and told me to sit down. I started going through pictures at first and there were still photos of me naked in my room and in the bathroom. Some where pictures of me in the shower and even some of me sitting on the toilet. Then I saw pictures of me masturbating naked in bed with my vibrator. The worst was yet to come when I started looking at the videos. Most of them were either of me getting undressed and many of me masturbating. The entire time I am watching this Vicky is telling me how sorry she is which didn't help the histerical state I was in. I wanted to kill those two kids and aside from the anger I was so humiliated I couldn't talk. As I sat there drenched in tears Vicky left for a moment and all the sudden the two boys were there apoligizing which had no affect on me whatsoever. I was devastated and never so violated in my life. How could I be so stupid not to know what was going on or were these two boys that smart and vicious. They were both standing there crying and I told them to get out of my sight and never talk to me again. When they left I looked at Vicky and said I'm leaving, just as she was saying she would delete everything. I looked at her and said the hell you will and picked up the two phones and laptop. I went to my room got my coat and packed my bags taking everything to my car. Vicky also was visibly upset but not nearly as much as me and continually apoligized.

I got in my car and drove to my mothers apartment and she knew something was wrong right away. I just told her that Vicky's sons had taken nude photos of me on there phones never mentioning the laptop or how they had pictures and videos of me masturbating and showering in the bathroom. My mother told me to call the police but as I thought about it it only meant more people would see the pictures and videos as evidence. Not only that, they are both minors so what would actually happen if I did call the cops. I sat up until about 4 in the morning looking at the pictures and videos they took which was extensive. There were hours of video which was mostly taken of me in the bedroom 70% of which were videos of me masturbating. They not only watched me many times but I began wondering how often they watched the videos and then began to wonder if they showed them to their friends. I called in sick for work for three days and during that time Vicky called me 7 or 8 times begging my forgiveness. I told Vicky I forgive her but will never forgive her boys. I also told her I am destroying both phones and the laptop and I think I put her mind at ease slightly telling her I wasn't going to call the police. She promised me she would punish the boys severely but that had little meaning to me at the time. The following week I finally did destroy the phones and laptop after looking at the pictures and videos several times. Each time I watched them just made me feel humiliated all over again. I still see Vicky at work everyday but now we only say hello to each other. It embarrasses me when I see her knowing she watched those videos and saw all thos pictures. Its been a long time since that went on but I am still mad at those boys and still feel humiliation about it and still cry sometimes just thinking of it. I never let my mother see any of them and now live closer to town in my own apartment.