I found the elevators, and was soon exiting at the 16th floor. I liked being so high up. I knew that the view would be wonderful, if not romantic.The ...oor with the 1625 on it opened at my first light rap.There he stood, Mr. Stanley. He was a good 5' 10" tall, thin but with a wide muscular chest. He had a small well trimmed moustache and goatee. His eyes were pale blue, and the pierced right into me. He made me feel very weak and exposed to him. His bright white even teeth appeared as he looked. Had he done enough to make her unrecognizable? He started with an original photo of her body, digitally stripped off her clothing until she was naked, digitally painted bare breasts and luscious nipples where once there was a blouse, then experimented over and over with various shades and hues. The end result was a digital "oil painting" of an erotically beautiful young woman in a midnight garden. She had dark hair, and her youthful curves glowed in sensuality, as in a painting by an Old Master. You smack lightly and ask if I am ready. I fidget, but don't answer. I can't get the words out, so I just shake my head slightly and close my eyes. 1-15 you use your hand, as a warm up. As to not be to severe right off the bat. You didn't really care about my past transgressions, you were just amusing yourself, and seeing just how far you could take me, what I would accept and how much of a fight I would put up; just how much I "wanted" and "needed" this.. 15-40 you used your crop, letting it. About ninety of the photos and a few of the videos were of teens I recognized as Brad’s class mates. I wasn’t sure what to do but I had to talk to Karl about what I had found. But first, I had to return the USB to Brad before he noticed it was missing.I went up to his room and when I knocked on the door he asked, “What do you want?”“I got your bag.”“Leave it at the door, and then get lost.”“Brad..?”“I said, fuck off, slut.”He often called me that, a slut. Never when his father was around but.