”“I don’t bite, you know.”I managed a nervous smile as he laughed.“Glad to know that. I’m Michael, but call me Mico”“I’m Sam. Um…I...��ll talk to you later…I got to go.”“Alright. See ya.”I exited that classroom as quickly as I could without looking too awkward and headed straight for the bathroom. I splashed water on my face, which was red. That was the most heart-racing thing I have ever done – and it felt really great. I returned to the classroom and took a seat. Moments later, I found Mico. On his fifteen-inch screen, there was Henry dropping his jeans and fishing inside his pants to take a piss. The lad decided he was not interested in this footage, but endured it and waited for more clues as to his grandparent’s movements. Pleased with the equipment however, he was totally tuned in now and soon the toilet flushed, water was running and he heard Henry gargling, cleaning his teeth. The lock was heard and nothing more and he waited for a while hoping the bathroom door would again. Movers came to remove all my old furniture, followed that same day by painters who repainted the entire apartment. Bright yellow for the bedroom, deep red for the living room and dining room, dark green for the kitchen, bright aqua for the bathroom. Thanks to my obsessive cleaning, the place was already spotless and organized to the nth degree. New furniture, sheets, and towels arrived and suddenly the place looked amazing. Feminine and tasteful.Practically overnight, my environment had changed. Bradley became Roxy's white knight. Hunting down Roxy's leaked videos on pornsites then deleting them, or defending her against trolls who tainted her chatrooms with racist comments. He even battled Islamists online who freaked out after her ill-judged Mia Khalifa inspired hijab show.Bradley took out extra-long private shows just so he could talk to Roxy. It was love for him but business for her. He was desperate to meet Roxy and they used to chat about making love . Describing the sex in great.