Talking to guys online was easy - I was anonymous, so were they.Sending pictures was exciting, especially when you're being told howsexy you look, how... hot you are making the person on the other end.Then I stared webcam sessions. Only thing is I didn't connect thedots, I didn't get paid for any of it... Not the videos, pictures...It all became an addiction at that point. The attention, which was mydrug..." I felt a lump growing in my throat and had to pause."I don't regret what I've. It was very, very dark out and quite cold. November 11 near the arctic circle will do that for you. I scooted out of the pit mine being as quiet as I could to maintain stealth. I had no support, no backup, no cash, no home. I knew damned good and well that my "big brother" the computer had over-ride routines that could blow the hell out of what's left of me. I was surprised that I wasn't dead yet.Interface. Situational ethics report summary.>GPS returns impeachable evidence. Stand down. Unit. Around 1pm Sunday afternoon I got a call from as enquiring my whereabouts. I told her that I have no program fixed hence was in my room resting. She said that she needs some help and ask me to meet her in the market place. In about 15mins I meet her in the market we did some window shopping and picked up few things.Now I was planning to invite her again this time with an agenda and hence picked up juices, fruits & chocolate. Since VG had to pass by my apartments I asked her if she would step in. "Who were you having sex with? It wasn't Dad." That's none of your business," she angrily replied."It became my business the minute you brought me into whatever fucked up thing you have going on," he responded in kind."Don't you curse at me!" she said, bringing her phone close to her face."I'm not doing this over the phone," he demanded before ending the call.He slammed his phone down onto his bed and sped toward the family room where he found her on the couch.He stopped in the middle of the.