15

That night I nervously undressed and slipped into a baggy t-shirt, deciding to leave my knickers off. On the way home, I’d debated just not doing it. After all, its not like Mr Stone had secret cameras in my room…at least I hoped not. But something told me he would just know. He had this irritating ability to tell when I was lying or holding something back from him. So, I knew I was going to have to go through with it.

I decided to try and loosen myself up by downing a few cheap beers. As I laid down on my bed, I knew I was going to have to think of something, or someone, to make this work. I took a few minutes to shut my eyes, seeing if inspiration hit. Mr Stone came into my mind, but I knew this was only because he was the arsehole that was making me do this. It had nothing to do with him being attractive. Obviously.

Suddenly, I remembered Matt. The trouble was, I’d only been able to briefly look at him a few times, I really needed some kind of photo