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to the imagination.
"I think perhaps an explanation for those photos is also required?" Assam said quietly, throwing at least twenty similar photos showing her posing naked in different positions, all but one, in the same flat.
Karen felt decidedly embarrassed and close to tears; Grant had promised they'd be destroyed and yet this man had every one, some she'd not even known about. She picked the drink up and sipped it again, the alcohol no longer had an effect and she felt completely sober.
"Talk," Assam pushed, "or feel the strap."
Never looking directly at him, she began the explanation. "Grant wanted a photo for the side of his bed. Said he missed me when I wasn't there and with a photo he could look at me any time. I was flattered and brought a snapshot from the family album the next day. It'd been taken on holiday. I was wearing a bikini, so I thought it would be nice for him, but Grant didn't want it, he wanted a more intimate photo. After badgering me for a few days and saying he'd use a digital camera so there'd be no film to go to the chemist to be developed, I finally agreed. One Saturday, when I was supposed to be going to town for some new clothes, I went to his flat. He started making love before I'd even got through the door, and then afterwards produced his camera. I really tried to look sexy for him, but I was frightened and couldn't relax. He stormed out of the flat and I followed. We were driving round. I found myself apologising, telling him I'd no idea how to pose and he could try again if he wanted. In some ways I was embarrassed, but all the time he kept saying how much he loved me and how we should get married, so I just wanted to please him."
Assam had listened without interruption. He now had her doubting the boyfriend's sincerity; soon she'd be in the position to accept his own plans for her. "So when was that taken?" he asked, pointing at a photo of her naked, but outdoors.
Karen looked sheepish. "It was the following Tuesday, I'd a study afternoon off. He'd picked me up from school and because the sun was shining, instead of going to the flat, we drove out to Duran Woods. Anyway, he stopped the car in the picnic area and we went for a walk in the woods. He seemed to know where he was going and I was happy he'd got over the photo argument and still wanted me to be with me. In a clearing there was this fallen tree and he sat down, I sat on his knee. We began kissing, then he pulled his camera from his pocket, telling me he'd been thinking and this was where he wanted his special photo to be taken. I was stunned he was suggesting I took my clothes off in public and refused, telling him somebody would come and catch me naked, but he insisted it'd only take less than two minutes and there was nobody about. He kept at me, threatening this time he really would walk away if I was that prudish. I didn't want him to leave me, so eventually I relented and quickly removed my clothes. Then he kept making me pose in different positions until he found the one he wanted. It was taking ages and I was terrified someone would come. I was sure he'd messed about and delayed taking the photo on purpose, perhaps hoping someone would come, catch me naked, and I'd be really embarrassed then? After this I'd had enough and told him if he didn't treat me better, we were finished. He held me tight and apologised, said he'd problems in his life and we'd talk about it on the Saturday. He even talked about getting engaged."
"So what happened after that?" Assam asked.
By now Karen had no fight left in her. Every time she tried to make out the love affair was romantic, which she knew deep down towards the end it wasn't, the more Assam shattered her illusions. In some ways it felt better to tell somebody, anybody. The affair had been taking its toll, one moment studying for exams, the next coping with the ever increasing demands of Grant, so she decided to tell Assam just what had been going on.
"After the photos and two
"I think perhaps an explanation for those photos is also required?" Assam said quietly, throwing at least twenty similar photos showing her posing naked in different positions, all but one, in the same flat.
Karen felt decidedly embarrassed and close to tears; Grant had promised they'd be destroyed and yet this man had every one, some she'd not even known about. She picked the drink up and sipped it again, the alcohol no longer had an effect and she felt completely sober.
"Talk," Assam pushed, "or feel the strap."
Never looking directly at him, she began the explanation. "Grant wanted a photo for the side of his bed. Said he missed me when I wasn't there and with a photo he could look at me any time. I was flattered and brought a snapshot from the family album the next day. It'd been taken on holiday. I was wearing a bikini, so I thought it would be nice for him, but Grant didn't want it, he wanted a more intimate photo. After badgering me for a few days and saying he'd use a digital camera so there'd be no film to go to the chemist to be developed, I finally agreed. One Saturday, when I was supposed to be going to town for some new clothes, I went to his flat. He started making love before I'd even got through the door, and then afterwards produced his camera. I really tried to look sexy for him, but I was frightened and couldn't relax. He stormed out of the flat and I followed. We were driving round. I found myself apologising, telling him I'd no idea how to pose and he could try again if he wanted. In some ways I was embarrassed, but all the time he kept saying how much he loved me and how we should get married, so I just wanted to please him."
Assam had listened without interruption. He now had her doubting the boyfriend's sincerity; soon she'd be in the position to accept his own plans for her. "So when was that taken?" he asked, pointing at a photo of her naked, but outdoors.
Karen looked sheepish. "It was the following Tuesday, I'd a study afternoon off. He'd picked me up from school and because the sun was shining, instead of going to the flat, we drove out to Duran Woods. Anyway, he stopped the car in the picnic area and we went for a walk in the woods. He seemed to know where he was going and I was happy he'd got over the photo argument and still wanted me to be with me. In a clearing there was this fallen tree and he sat down, I sat on his knee. We began kissing, then he pulled his camera from his pocket, telling me he'd been thinking and this was where he wanted his special photo to be taken. I was stunned he was suggesting I took my clothes off in public and refused, telling him somebody would come and catch me naked, but he insisted it'd only take less than two minutes and there was nobody about. He kept at me, threatening this time he really would walk away if I was that prudish. I didn't want him to leave me, so eventually I relented and quickly removed my clothes. Then he kept making me pose in different positions until he found the one he wanted. It was taking ages and I was terrified someone would come. I was sure he'd messed about and delayed taking the photo on purpose, perhaps hoping someone would come, catch me naked, and I'd be really embarrassed then? After this I'd had enough and told him if he didn't treat me better, we were finished. He held me tight and apologised, said he'd problems in his life and we'd talk about it on the Saturday. He even talked about getting engaged."
"So what happened after that?" Assam asked.
By now Karen had no fight left in her. Every time she tried to make out the love affair was romantic, which she knew deep down towards the end it wasn't, the more Assam shattered her illusions. In some ways it felt better to tell somebody, anybody. The affair had been taking its toll, one moment studying for exams, the next coping with the ever increasing demands of Grant, so she decided to tell Assam just what had been going on.
"After the photos and two
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