
Nona’s jaw nearly fell into her lap. Every image on her screen was of some naked or scantily dressed woman in an overly provocative pose. “OH MY GOD, just look at her butt!” She shouted loud enough for the neighbors to hear her. If this is what Drake had in mind when he was begging her to send him some sexy pictures; she knew this was way out of her league.
Sure Nona was no slouch. She had an amazing body for her age; tight and fit, and she was blessed that she did not have to work tirelessly for it. No one could describe her as a gym rat though. Nona kept it simple. Her only requirement for exercise was that it had to be fun. In the mornings she would enjoy a few minutes of yoga privately at home and either an outdoor run in the evenings or a Latin dance class. Keeping it entertaining, meant she never bored of doing something physically active every day and her picture perfect physique was the reward.
But as proud as she was of her body, she was embarrassed that she was a grown woman searching Internet images to mimic and send to her “man.” As she moved around in front of her over-sized leaning wall mirror, imitating the visuals online, she realized she would need to be double-jointed to acquire these shots on her camera phone. And even then, Nona believed her attempts would end up looking foolish.
Feeling defeated and a little sore and yucky from her run with Drake earlier; Nona began to shed her clothes and prepare for a long hot bath. She looked forward to the time to lay back, relax and think this whole sexy picture request out fully. Where were her friends when she needed them, she wondered. Nona knew she was only kidding herself; all of her friends would certainly laugh or judge her if she asked them to take pictures of her to send to a man.
As she relaxed in her tub, overpowered by bubbles, Nona began to doubt the future of her relationship.
“Forget it,” she thought. “If this is what it takes to keep a man these days, texting and poses a la Kim Kardashian, then, forget it.”
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