Scars are souvenirs you never lose, the past is never far

Sunday, February 8, 2009

flames...

sending the pics with details of what i intended to do to every inch of his body ignited ad man... he was checking his email a few times daily, swapping pictures and stories with me, and i was walking around feeling as if my every nerve were on fire... he wanted more... more pics, more information, and a plan. i continued searching for pictures that would pass, girls that had the same body type, and when he wanted revealing photos, i begged off telling him that my family would kill me if something like that leaked "again". my story was mediocre, but was enough to buy me some time, he couldn't argue yet with my need to trust him.

all of this occurred over three days. by the fourth day, he was crawling the walls, inviting me to join him for a webcam. i explained i didn't have one, but he graciously invited me to see his smiling face. i thought about this... many webcam chat programs connect pcs peer to peer, revealing ip addresses (and therefore location) if you know where to look. but he had no reason yet to doubt me or my intentions, so i risked it.

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