Helping the Babysitter Become a Model
By notmystory@kc.rr.com
Chapter 1

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Helping the Babysitter Become a Model
By notmystory@kc.rr.com

Chapter 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, and
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 perfect was 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 stocking 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 one 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 somethings 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 spoke up.

"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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