Flash drives are a wonderful thing. They store information and I can carry them around. Life is easier with flash drives.

Until I leave mine at my conservative grandma's house. With an x-rated story written (by me) on it, a with all sorts of other "satanic" things on it. And for three days, I ignored that urgent sense to come and get the thing before she reads it.

I go back three days later, retrieve my flash drive. Some how between here house and mine, the files were lost. Or so I thought.

So I find out that she did read, and she is not a happy camper. Oh well. I don't bother to deny anything.

Moral of the Story:
Don't lose your flash drive.
Don't ignore those nagging feelings.