I turned white again. "What?" Selfie pics? Did you take all these yourself?"I muttered something. Something incomprehensible, that is. Britt glanced b...ack at the semi-naked body on the screen, still beaming."Wow! You look great, daddy! I wish I had legs like that! How long have you been dressing?"I was sweating. It was a chilly night. Late September. I hadn't fired up the central heating yet. But at the moment it might as well have been 100 degrees in Havana."Um...A few years," I. I cried out in pain, and Brad asked me if I was ready to submit. At first I said no, and I fought and struggled to get out of it. But he was strong, and had the hold locked on tight. I didn't want to admit defeat, but I was in agony. Finally, I realized that I couldn't escape. Brad again asked me if I wanted to submit. I had no other choice. I said yes. Brad released me from the hold, rolled me over to face him, and grinned. He said I was now his bitch until Sunday night. He told me to sit up,. ?’ I ventured. Ok, so maybe I was fishing for compliments but after the recent blow to my confidence I think I’d earned the right to. ‘Well,’ He began, ‘From what I can see you’re not wearing any make-up which means you want people to appreciate that you are who you are. You’re nervous because you’re not really used to doing this sort of thing, which means you’ve recently been through a break-up. I’d say he messed you up good and proper because you have very little confidence in yourself. Your. Her pajamas were a soft, white cotton outfit. I almost thought she would take off and sprout a halo above her. But she didn’t. “Sketch? What are you doing here? Are you ok?” Still panting, I was able to answer. “Yea. Fine. But, I had to ask you something.” “At 2:30 in the morning? Must be important.” “It is.” I regained my composure and straightened up. “Cameron. Will you go out with me.” “Really, you came here for that. You already know what I’m gonna say.” “Then say it Cameron.” “Sketch,.