Drake sent her a quick text message:
“I desire those pictures so bad!”
A little naive but flattered, Nona, responded to Drake’s text:
“I’m sure you do but I don’t have any to send you.”
Drake, a solid nine point five on the female rating system, with his above average height and toned muscular build, nice hazel eyes and a boyish, mischievous smile, was insistent, and used to getting his way with the ladies. He replied instantly:
“YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes!!!!!! SOoo bad! You just so sexy and beautiful. Sooo bad! Just take some when you get home and send them to me.”
Nona, brilliantly bright in books but a tad bit rusty in the relationship department, gazed at the words on her BlackBerry. Stunned and confused, she thought to herself, “I don’t know what to say.” She wanted to send him pictures although she felt uncomfortable about doing something she had never done before. Afraid of losing his attention, she needed to buy time in order to research what the pictures should even look like. She typed and sent:
“I will see what I can do…tonight…please wait.”
Drake texted her back:
“Thank you. I love you.”
Just seeing the words made Nona lightheaded. All that talk over the phone after their afternoon workout had built up a lot of romantic energy between the two of them. And now those three sentimental words that embraced her soul. There was no way she was going to let him down.
Nona had never met a guy like Drake; so confident in his skin, so attentive to her, and so equally intelligent and spiritual. She wanted desperately to please her new beau. She rushed inside her apartment and into her bedroom, barely closing the front door behind her. Anxious and still perspiring from her run and the heat she had built up in her mind; she placed a nearby magazine in her computer chair, flipped open her laptop and proceeded to Google “sexy pictures.” If she was going to take some; she needed to know what they were supposed to look like.
"Oh my God!"
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