I know he said he wanted to take it a step at a time, but I can’t help but think about him as I touch myself. I lie on my bed fully nude, wishing he...was here with me. I reach my phone out with my hand, then snap a picture of my naked body, wanting to send it to him, wanting him to see me, and how turned on I am. It’s a terrible idea, though, because it would betray his wishes to take it slow. Even so, I continue to snap more pictures myself, each one a treat I’d like to send but won’t.Before. She will come late. He did not care about it and he said OK to her and hangs up the phone. We started talking and we don’t know when it was already 9:00 PM and it was our train time. We went to the platform and sat in the train and started talking. We were sitting next to each other and her head was on my shoulder. I liked it. I don’t know what happened I just kissed her on her head and she just smiled did not say anything. There were very few people in our compartment and most of them were. She didn't see or feel him until she had turned the key in the lock and his hand came around her face to cover her mouth to stop her screaming and then he pushed them both through her open door and into her hallway beyond."Scream and you're dead," he snarled holding his knife to her neck."P-please," she begged, but her voice caught in her throat.With his knife still pressed against her throat he forced her to climb the stairs and into her own bedroom. With a powerful shove he pushed her onto. I'm just gonna nail Scarlett Johansson!" The guy just smirked "Yeah sure you are pal, and Kim Kardashian wants to sit on my face!" I made it to the Larchmont Inn close to 11pm, I walked up to the desk and was met by an indifferent Concierge. "Can I help you...sir." he said with an air of condescention. "I'm here to see Betsy Ross." I said. He looked at me from behind a pair of almost comical glasses "I'm sure you are." the words fell from his thin lips like gunk dripping from an old trash can..