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Helping the babysitter become a model

By notmystory@kc.rr.com

Part 1

Jim Wilson was a thirty-eight year old married man. Father to a
now five old boy. Jim was a computer consultant, and found
himself working many nights and weekends. Jim had been happily
married to Brenda for 12 years. In his spare time, he built
custom made high end PC's and workstations. His wife Brenda was
an attractive young woman at thirty-three. She had gone back to
work as a flight attendant shortly after giving birth to their
son. Two years ago, both of Brenda's parents had died, leaving
them without the best babysitters that one could have asked for.

Luckily for the Wilson's their next door neighbor, Mrs. Lee, ran
a daycare center from her home, and had a daughter about their
son's age. She was more than happy to take their child into her
care. She watched children from 6 AM to 5 PM at a very reasonable
price. When Jim and Brenda talked to her about needing someone to
watch little Tye later at night, she offered her assistance.
Although she said that she was unable to watch any children later
than 5:00, she gave them the name of a young teenager that she
knew from her church. She assured them that she was the most
responsible sixteen year old she had ever met. She then told them
how she occasionally had her watch her own children, since she
was fourteen. She explained to the Wilson's how Kristin was
looking for more work, and that this might be the perfect fit for
both of them.

Having gotten introduced to Kristin by Mrs. Lee, the Wilson's
explained what they needed to her. Deciding that it really was a
perfect fit, the Wilson's hired their new babysitter. Kristin
would pick up Tye from Mrs. Lee's at 5:00, and bring him over to
their house, where she would watch him until Mr. Wilson would
make it home, on the two nights a week that Mrs. Wilson had to
take over night flights.

After the first six months, Kristin began watching their son even
more, working an extra night during the week and even watching
him some on weekends. Mr. Wilson was totally enamored by the
young woman's beauty and personality.

Kristin was a beautiful young woman, with an incredibly thin
waist, which tapered down from her large chest, before flaring
out to her shapely hips, she also had shapely athletic legs. Her
face was angelic in it's features, with deep blue eyes that you
could get lost in. Her body as shapely as Britney's and her face
was as beautiful as Jennifer Love Hewitt's. In the two years that
she had watched the Wilson's son, her chest had seen the most
dramatic change of her teenaged body. Although already curvy at
sixteen, by eighteen her breasts had grown to be 34-D's.

Mr. Wilson had noticed, shortly after she began watching their
son, that she began showering at their home on some of the nights
that he made it home later than normal, and one night he had
returned home while she was still in the shower. Watching her
walk out of the bathroom, with her long brown hair still wet
against her back, gave him an idea. That weekend, while his wife
was away, he installed two pinhole color cameras. One camera was
over the door, while the other one was opposite the shower head.
The tiny holes for each device were impossible to see on their
wallpapered walls.

For the first two weeks, his video surveillance turned up
nothing, but on the third week, he made it a point to stay out
late, and hit pay dirt. Upon reviewing that evenings recordings,
he saw her in all of her naked glory. He watched the screen of
his computer intently, as she removed her clothing casually, and
then entered the shower.

She was as perfect and beautiful in the nude as he had dreamed
that she would be. Her skin was perfect and smooth, without any
detectable blemishes. His eyes where locked on the screen, as she
entered the shower. He watched in a trance, as he saw her tender
pink nipples harden under the falling water of the shower. As she
lathered her young body with soap, he began masturbating to her
image on the screen, for the first of many times to come.

Over the months his collection of images of her grew, and so did
his interest in her. In the months that passed, he had tapped his
own phone line, so that he could find out more about her. He
would listen to her phone calls to her girlfriends, and her
boyfriend David as well. Over the months he and his wife had
increased her pay, in order to keep her services, finding her
help invaluable.

As the months went by, Jim became more obsessed with his young
babysitter, at this point, only seventeen. Kristin was the women
that he saw now more than his wife. After September 11, the
airlines had hit some rough times. In order for Brenda to keep
her job, she had been forced onto longer flights, requiring her
to be gone even more often now. In his wife's absence, he found
himself and Kristin talking more than ever. She was such a sweet
young girl, and he found himself feeling guilty about his desires
for her.

In January of Kristin's junior year of High School, he took a
side job, building a couple of high end video editing
workstations, and a server for Bob Reynolds's. Bob was a
photographer, and worked on all types of jobs. In the weeks that
it took him to build, configure, and transfer the data to Bob's
new machines, the two had become close friends.

Both men shared many of the same interests. High end computers
and electronics, fast cars, football, and beautiful women. In the
time that they worked together, Bob had shown Jim some of his
different work. Bob called himself a fashion photographer, but in
reality, he did all types of photo and film work. Although
rarely, he even took a family portrait for the Wilson's. As Jim
saw more of Bob's portfolio, he found his friend did everything
from portraits for the rich, to Magazine covers and spreads for
fashion rags, to photo shots for the local Sunday ads. Being in a
smaller Midwestern city, Bob did a little of everything to pay
the bills.

As the months passed, the men's friendship grew, and Bob showed
him even more of his work. He also shot some photos for men's
magazines, no not Hustler or Maxim, but real hardcore sleazy
stuff. Everything from solo nudes, to boy/girl, girl/girl, two on
ones, gang bangs, you name it. He also shot stag party Videos,
and custom made videos for private collectors and web sites.

Judging from the amount of material, Jim decided that most of
Bob's work must be on the adult side of things. He did just
enough of the other work, to look respectable. Jim felt
comfortable with Bob by now, and brought some of his \ photo's of
young Kristin to Bob, so his friend could enlarge them, and print
them up. Although the captures from his tiny pen cams where not
the best, Kristin's beauty could still be easily seen in the
photos.

As Bob began his work on the images, he grilled Jim as to who the
girl in the pictures was. Finally Jim told him they where photo's
of his babysitter. Bob began to question him more, when he found
out how Jim had gotten the photos. giving his friend a hard time.
Bob now started calling Jim a voyeur, and grilled Jim for more
details about the young beauty. He wanted to know more and more
about her, her age, her religion, her height, her weight and had
he ever gotten a piece, or was she still a virgin? As Bob
interrogated Jim for information, Jim kept slipping up giving him
more information than he had meant to give. Under the
questioning, he let it slip that he had bugged his own phone
lines. As Bob's interest grew, Jim began to feel more and more
uneasy talking to his friend about her. After a few hours of
questioning, Bob had finished making the prints for Jim, and the
two men parted, going to their respective homes.

A week had passed, and Jim hadn't heard from Bob. On a Tuesday
night, the following week, Jim pulled into his driveway late as
usual. As he got out of his car, Bob pulled in behind him. As Bob
got out, he explained to Jim that his laptop had died and he had
important stuff on it, that he needed right away.

Telling his friend that he would be glad to help, Jim lead him
into the house. Upon entering the house the two men where greeted
by his beautiful babysitter. Introducing his friend as a fashion
photographer, to his young sitter, Jim led the trio back to his
shop. As Kristin filled Jim in on his son's activities of the
evening, Bob listened to her intently. When she had finished her
report, Bob began talking to her, and asked her several questions
about herself, making polite conversation.

The two talked while Jim worked on the laptop. Bob made it a
point to tell the young girl several of the magazines that he had
worked for. As he sat and listened, Jim thought perhaps Bob was
padding his resume just a bit. As her interest grew in his work,
Bob retrieved a copy of his portfolio from the laptop bag, that
he had conveniently brought with him. The two looked through his
photos, and he told her how much money the models could make,
before asking her if she had ever thought of modeling, and
telling her that she would be a perfect model.

Kristin blushed under Bob's compliments, and insisted that she
had never thought about it. She listened intently, as he tried to
dazzle her with stories of travel to exotic locations, and
meeting with celebrities. Jim sat there listening, having not
heard Bob put such an extravagant spin on his job before. In
fact, when the two had talked about it, the only good part of the
Bob's job was his describing seeing the women, and occasionally
finding one who would let him get to know her better, in an
intimate manner.

Bob then turned his efforts towards trying to convince the young
girl to give modeling a try. He told her that she could make good
money, and still keep her job with the Wilson's. She thanked him
for his kindness, but told him that it just wasn't for her,
before she decided that she needed to go home.

After she had left, Bob told Jim that the laptop hadn't worked in
over a year, and not to worry about it. Then he talked to Jim
some more about Kristin.

"Your telling me that you don't want a piece of that ass?" he
asked him, while holding his chest, feigning a heart attack.

"No, but she's my son's babysitter, and I'm a married man." Jim
told his friend, tossing the broken laptop to him.

"So!" Bob shot back.

"So just forget about it. God knows I would give my left nut to
get my cock into her, but I can't, so forget about it." Jim said,
shaking his head at his friend.

"What if I could guarantee you a piece of her, and that you
wouldn't get caught. Brenda would never know. Hell Kristin
doesn't even have to know. What would you say?" Bob asked, in
total seriousness.

Seeing that Bob had some kind of plan, Jim thought that he better
put an end to this, before it went to far. "Look Bob, I'm sure
that you think so, but I know this girl. She comes from a good
religious family. Hell she won't even let her boyfriend touch her
breasts, so there's no way that your going to get into her pants.
Just forget about it, okay?"

"Well look I know that I'm going to have me some of that. Now it
would be a lot easier with your help. I mean, come on it's not
like you're a saint, you've been making videos of her for a year
now. Hell between that, and recording her phone calls, you know
how many laws you've broken. Shit, do you know that what you done
could get you charged with child porn, if any of those photo's of
her ever got on the net, or printed somewhere. Hell she's only
seventeen for Christ's sake. Look, you can help me on this, and
get in on the action, or I'll do it on my own, and you'll get
nothing. But you had better hope that none of those photos make
it out, or your ass will be in jail buddy." Bob said, as he stood
looking ready to leave.

The threat, though not spoken, was clear to Jim. He knew that Bob
still had copies of the pictures that he had taken of Kristin,
and was apparently ready to use them. With the options of helping
his friend get what they both wanted, or going to jail, Jim had
an easy decision on his hand.

"OK, what do you have in mind?" Jim asked.

In the next hour or so, Bob laid out at least part of his plan to
Jim. Leaving out those aspects of it that he thought Jim might be
too soft stomached to hear. Agreeing to Bob's apparently well
thought out plan, Jim turned over the audio tapes he had of
Kristin's phone calls to Bob, and agreed to do as he said.

For the next four months Jim would leave hints to Kristin about
how Bob had been to Italy, France, Hawaii and New York. He would
hint that she should call him, and left Bob's business card, with
his phone number, on the fridge, and next to the phone. In the
same four month period of time, Kristin and Dave had broken off
their year long romance. However with Bob now taking all the
tapes Jim didn't know why.

Bob would stop over about every two weeks, sometimes when Jim was
there, sometimes earlier, so that he could ask Kristin if he
could wait inside for Jim. He always took the opportunity to ask
her to model for him, telling her that she should at least give
it a try.

After four months, the pressure had been so great, that she
finally agreed to allow Bob to take some photos of her, to make
her up a portfolio. Within a week of that, he had lined up
several "Gig's" for her. She soon found herself in the local ads,
modeling clothes or standing in front of one product or another.
None of the photos where especially provocative, she was always
fully clothed. Bob had never asked her to do anything that could
be misconstrued as sexual in nature. In fact, the only thing Bob
had ever requested of her, was that she improve her tan. Telling
her that stockings didn't shoot well in some lights, and
providing her with a membership to a local club. After her first
two weeks, Bob brought in a male model, coincidently just the
kind of guy that Kristin was looking for.

In fact, the young man knew all of her likes and dislikes, and
knew exactly what to say, as Bob had coached him on what Kristin
was looking for, having heard hours of her talking with her
friends about it. After two months of modeling for Bob, she began
dating Bill, the male model, under Bob's watchful eye and expert
tutelage.

In her third month of modeling for Bob, she was offered her first
magazine cover. She was overjoyed to hear the news, then Bob told
her what it entailed. One of the true crime magazines was looking
for someone to model as a Catholic school girl, who had been
bound, raped and murdered in upstate New York. The money was
good, and Bob had shown her several of the magazines recent
covers. In all five covers, there was a woman either being bound
or attacked. All the women where fully clothed, and none appeared
obscene to the youth.

With assurances from Bob, and his prodding, she reluctantly
agreed to do the shoot. She was finally convinced, when she was
told that he would take some shots with Bill in them.

She wore a white sweater and red plaid skirt. Bob started taking
shots of her in standard poses, telling her that they could add
them to her portfolio. Next he had Bill come out, dressed as the
"killer", with a stocking pulled over his face. The two stood in
various poses under Bob's directions, with Bill standing over
her, with a knife in his hand, while Kristin crouched in fear, as
he lifted the knife over her head. There was another shot of him
holding the knife to her throat, as she looked surprised by his
assault.

Next they moved on to Bill tying her up, and gagging her. He
bound her arms behind her back, and then her legs. He hogtied
her, and then tied her in other positions that she had never
imagined before. She would have fought or resisted anyone else
but Bill, and found herself getting excited under his touch. Next
she was tossed on a bed, where she found herself tied spread
eagled to the headboard and footboard. She was then tied to a
pulley from the ceiling, and then to a pole from the ceiling,
finding her chest wrapped in circles of rope. Although it was all
done with her clothes fully on, she couldn't help but feel almost
cheap when it was done, but the hugs and kisses from Bill made
everything better.

It was now July, only two months before her eighteenth birthday,
as she prepared to go back to school for her senior year of high
school, and things couldn't have been better for the young
beauty. She thought that her relationship with Bill had blossomed
into true love, and he was truly all that she had looked for in a
boy. She was making good money, between her modeling and watching
the Wilson's son. Although her parents where reluctant to support
her decision to do any modeling, they had up to this point been
happy with her jobs. That was probably because she hadn't
mentioned the true crime "gig" to her parents.

In the two months before she turned eighteen, Kristin had done
five more True Crime covers, or so she thought. Each featured her
as some type of uniformed victim. In one shoot, she was a nurse.
In the next, she was a uniformed police officer who was bound and
raped by an inmate. In the next she portrayed an American GI, who
was captured by the enemy and brutalized. In yet another, she was
an airline stewardess, and finally a cheerleader.

Although she never found herself taking off her clothes, she
never liked being tied up and apparently assaulted for the
camera, she always felt dirty and cheap at the end of each
session, until Billy would comfort her. At Billy's insistence, or
so she thought, the two even did a few swim wear shots. The first
time she wore a one piece suit, but after some smooth talking
from Bill and Bob, she agreed to do a bikini for two more shoots,
though she almost refused to do it, after seeing how skimpy the
second bikini was, but Billy convinced her that it would be okay.
Little did she know, that when she was asked to lie on her
stomach on the beach towel, that with the thin thong that she was
wearing and the bikini top tied behind her back and at the neck,
that in the photos she looked like she was lying naked on the
simulated beach.

As their relationship grew, Billy just seemed to know just what
to say at all times, always addressing her concerns before she
even voiced them to him. Little did she know he was being briefed
on her conversations with her girlfriends. In just four months,
Billy had gotten farther with Kristin than Dave had gotten in
over a year.

The week after her eighteenth birthday, Kristin was at Bob's
studio again. This time to do another True Crime cover. Bob had
received a call, as he had so many times now, and had to leave.
The two youths now used to Bob leaving them for hours at a time,
when he got these calls, sat back and relaxed.

Billy began some heavy kissing on her lips, and petting of her
chest. For this shot she was already dressed as a young lawyer,
who was attacked by one of her clients, a criminal. His hands
moved inside of the gray business suit that she wore, and was
soon unbuttoning it, and the white blouse that she wore
underneath. Swept up in the arousal of the moment, she said
nothing, as he laid her down on the bed, and continued undressing
her. The two were used to the hot lamps glaring down on them
during their photo sessions, and Kristin thought nothing of the
fact that Bob had left them on when he left.

As Billy continued to undress her on the bed, Bob had returned to
the studio, and from his office in the back, began taking photos
with his digital camera that he had setup on their tripods. He
also started the digital camcorders that he had set up, for this
purpose, all around the studio, including one hanging from the
ceiling right over the bed. He would have preferred to be there
in person, to work the cameras by hand, but this would have to do
for now.

Just as Bob had instructed him, Billy undressed the unsuspecting
young woman, and positioned her on the bed, just as he had been
told to do. He dropped his face between her legs, and began
licking her precious pussy. Feeling a touch to her legs, right on
her pussy, as she had never felt before, she moaned in pleasure,
and in between her moans of ecstasy, she made feeble calls for
Billy to stop. As he pulled his face away from her now damp
mound, he knew that it was safe to ask.

"Do you really want me to stop?" he asked her, as he stroked his
thumb over her clit, and began sucking on her nipple, as he
brought his face to her chest.

Now feeling an urge that she never had, she looked at her lover,
thinking that the two were in love, and that he was the one man
in the world for her. "No, it's all right, you can continue." she
said, closing her eyes in pleasure, as she let out another low
moan from the pleasurable feelings that he was creating in her
body.

With one hand rubbing her clit, he used his free hand to undo his
slacks, and push them down his hips, never taking his mouth away
from her nipple. He climbed onto the bed, and gently positioned
himself between her legs. Moving his mouth down to hers, he
kissed her, and told her that he loved her, as he slowly pushed
his cock into her virgin cunt. Bob had come out of the office,
and standing in the shadows, with a camcorder with telescopic
lenses zoomed in on her crotch, as Billy popped her cherry. She
whimpered, as he was as gentle as he could be, when he tore
through her hymen. He pulled his cock totally free of her,
showing it covered in her blood. He made sure that he held it
there long enough for Bob to get the shots that he wanted, as
Billy looked down at her, and the blood on her thighs from his
invasion. Looking at Kristin he saw that she still had her eyes
closed, but whimpered again when he had pulled out of her. She
said nothing for the minute or two that he kept his prick looming
over her just deflowered pussy.

Billy thinking that Bob had gotten his shot by now, and afraid
his cock was softening, slid back into Kristin, as gently as he
could. Feeling the hot wet tightness of her cunt, he was worried
that he wouldn't last for all of the shots that Bob had wanted.
As he stroked in and out of her for several minutes he pushed all
thoughts of what he was doing out of his mind. He was a
professional, and had a job to do.

Making love to her in this way for several minutes, he nudged her
to move, and as he rolled over onto his back, he pulled her up on
top of him, on the king sized bed.

She whimpered and said, "Please, can't we just do it the other
way?" as he pushed her up into a now almost seated position over
his cock.

Not responding to her request, he simply began bouncing the small
frame of the young woman, up and down on his cock. She still
hadn't opened her eyes, and began moaning and whimpering as he
moved her up and down on his shaft, as he lifted his head to suck
her nipples into his mouth.

Watching her large firm tits bounce up and down on her small
frame, he found himself about to lose control again. As she
neared the first orgasm of her life, the realization that they
were having unprotected sex finally crossed her mind, and she
opened her eyes to look into his.

"I'm not on the pill." she told him.

He looked at her, and seeing her concern, replied "I'll pull out
before I cum."

He watched her close her eyes again, as he buried his prick deep
into her, and felt her climax on his cock. He felt her whole body
shaking uncontrollably, as she found herself in the throes of
sexual bliss. He waited for the moment to pass, before he pushed
her over to the side, and quietly moved around behind her.

He pulled her by her hips, to the edge of the bed, and guiding
her with his hands, positioned her on her hands and knees, as he
took his place behind her. With his cock still hard and wet, he
slipped back into her bloody cunt from behind. She moaned in
pleasure again, as he adjusted his rhythm, and reached around and
below her, to grasp her tits and knead them. He pulled her up to
his chest, as he pumped into her, and then pushed her back down,
so as to ride her doggy style. He repeated the process several
more times, before he again felt himself on the verge of his own
climax. When he had driven her to her second orgasm, and felt his
own imminent, he pulled out of her, and quickly stepped in front
of her face.

He slapped her once on the cheek gently, then stroked his cock
several times, before erupting all over her beautiful face. Her
eyes shot open the minute that the first glob hit her cheek, and
just in time to get struck in the eye with the second one.

"Ouch!" she cried out, as her eye burnt badly from the liquid.
"That's gross! Stop!" she cried, as she tried to pull away from
him. He held her by a handful of her hair, until he finished
emptying his balls on her face, she huffed and turned her nose
up, as he moaned with his last spurt, now fully spent.

"God, why did you have to ruin it?" she complained, as she tried
to wipe the cum from her eyes.

"Shut up you little slut, you know that you enjoyed it too, so
stop your complaining." he told her.

"Look tell Bob I had something's that I had to do, and I couldn't
wait any longer." he said, as he pulled his slacks back on.

She looked up in shock, through the cum running down her face, at
the way he spoke to her.

"Look you where a great lay, maybe I'll see you around sometime
honey." he said, as he grabbed his coat and left, without even
bothering to put on his own clothes, rather leaving in the
costume that Bob had provided.

Kristin looked on in shock, speechless. She couldn't find any
words to say, as she watched him stroll out of the studio,
leaving her lying there naked, her face covered with his sperm,
as well as blood and her own juices running down her thighs. She
began crying, as she felt lower than she ever had. She felt dirty
and used. She finally got up some twenty minutes later, and went
to the dressing room. She used the shower to clean herself off,
as she cried and wept over the lose of her love and virginity.

She dressed and left a note for Bob. She then left the studio,
making sure that the door locked behind her. She had never seen
Bob hiding in the shadows, as she lay there and wept. Once she
was gone, Bob went to the back door to let Billy back in. He
changed his clothes, while Bob got his money. His job done, Bob
gave him his thanks and the money, and said goodbye, anxious to
get a look at the videos and photos that he had shot tonight.

For the next two days Kristin hadn't returned any of his calls,
so Bob went to the Wilson's, where she was sitting for their
child that night. He had waited to knock on the door, until he
was sure that she had put the child to sleep. He noticed the
rings under her eyes, and it was obvious that she had been crying
when she opened the door. Without waiting for an invitation, he
walked into house, and right into the living room, where he took
a seat, holding his laptop bag in his lap.

She followed him slowly, never looking him in the eye. She was
heart broken, and seeing Bob had only helped her to think more
about Billy. She had called his number repeatedly in the last two
days, however she had gotten a message the number had been
disconnected. She had borrowed her parents car to go by where he
said that he lived, however the women who answered the door, said
she didn't know what the girl was talking about.

Feeling Bob's eyes on her, she finally spoke, "Look, I can't do
it anymore. I quit OK. I'm not doing anymore modeling."

"Oh, I'm sorry that you feel that way, I was so happy with the
shots from your last gig, that I was hoping to do more just like
it." he said, handing her a large brown envelope from his laptop
bag. "I guess these will be the last shots of you that I get." he
added, producing another envelope for himself. He pulled the
photo's from his envelope and said, "Well that's alright, I'll
sell these and the video, and that will have to be enough." as he
flipped to the next photo in his stack. "I'll be sure to send
your folks, and the rest of the family a copy, when they get
published."

Kristin her interest peeked, at his mention of a video, since she
had never shot a video for him, pulled the photos from the
envelope. She fell of the couch, and onto her knees, when she saw
the first photo. It was a picture of her on her hands and knees,
naked on the bed, with Billy's cock buried in her pussy from
behind, as he fucked her. Looking over her shoulder Bob spokeup.

"Yeah, that's a good one, but this one is my favorite." he said,
dropping a photo on top of the one in her hands.

The photo showed her face cum running down her check while
Billy's cock only inches away was in the middle of another
eruption. Her eyes where open in the photo and she looked sadly
to be in the middle of a passionate moment. She broke down crying
after seeing the photo.

"How? Why? That wasn't supposed to be photographed. You can't
sell that! I never agreed to that." she said sobbing.

"Oh, but I can." he said, dropping a photo of her signing her
photo release as he always had her do before a shot. She was
wearing the gray business suit, and sitting at a table signing
the papers. Next he dropped a photo copy of the release to her.

"If you look, you'll see in the highlighted areas, that you sold
me the rights to sell all photos and videos taken that night, no
matter what the content." he said confidently, "That's a standard
contract in the industry, and let me assure you, it WILL hold up
in any court in the country." he informed her.

Without even looking at the paper she tried pleading with him,
"Please, you can't! My parents will kill me. If the other kids
see it, my little brother, the church... No, you can't! I
couldn't live if this ever got out." she cried in panic and fear,
thinking what would happen when her father saw those photos.

"Oh don't worry I'm sure that this movie will take at least a
week or two to make it's way onto the Internet." he said, as he
began playing the video on his laptop. "Look at you go. Damn,
people pay good money to see a innocent young girl like you,
having her cherry popped for the camera." he said, holding the
laptop in front of her face, as the video played.

Her crying continued, as she dropped the photos onto the floor,
and buried her head in her hands. "No! No! Please! What do you
want? Please don't, you can't." she cried.

He waited for several minutes, while she cried and sobbed on the
floor. She continually sobbed that she would "do anything", but
"he couldn't", he just "couldn't" let these pictures out.

Deciding that he had given her long enough to suffer, he spoke at
last. "If you don't want these pictures distributed across the
world, be at my studio Friday at 6:00 PM. Tell your folks that
you'll be watching Tye overnight Friday and Saturday for the
Wilson's. As I know that you have watched the boy over night
before, I won't take no for an answer, and I'll have Jim cover
for you with your folks. If your not at my studio on Friday at
6:00, I'll send these photos to your father, and your church
website, before I sell them to some friends I have in the
business." he said, putting his laptop back in the bag and
walking out.

He left her sitting on the floor, with the photo's lying around
her, as she sat there and cried. All he could do now was to wait
and see if she showed up or not. --

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