He dropped the deposit over me, letting it fall on the floor.“Get dressed and get out!”i pulled on my shorts, tee shirt and flip flops, scooped up... the cash off the floor and hurried out the door. i sat in my car for a few minutes, feeling so humiliated. i knew that i would be back for both reasons, the money and get that photo deleted. Just the way he threw the money at me was so humiliating. Like he was paying a whore.That evening, about 5:30PM, i sent a text to Daddy asking for permission to. I repliedDELETE THEM OR I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU! She saidI think I'll put them up on facebook. I said.There was a long wait in between this message and the next but finally.:What do I have to do to get you to delete them?I'll be back later with some suggestions I sent.Smiling I got back to my beer."What are you grinning about?" they asked. "Are you gonna get laid? Is she hot?" She's pretty fucking hot," I said “And you know what? I’m pretty sure I’ll get something” ***I strolled in at around 1AM.. We exchanged numbers and he was on his way. He now lived in York and jokingly invited us over for supper that evening before quickly retracting the invitation when we told him that we’d love to and to tell his new girlfriend some stories about him. A little later while I was outside on the phone to my husband and enjoying the warm summer sunshine, Claire joined me with a mischievous look on her face and showed me her phone where a conversation had sprung up between her and Andy on WhatsApp. I. I was fifteen minutes late to my appointment because I couldn’t find street parking and the lot on Fillmore was full. I had to circle around the block a couple times because all the streets were one way, congested by crossing pedestrians and Muni buses backing up the midday traffic. Though it was a sunny late summer afternoon, the towering marble facade of the flats across the street shadowed my walk to his office. There were a few short steps in front of the black grill gate of the building.