It was a real shame because she had gotten accustomed to his huge cock sliding up between her legs at night.Her only real job choices were: (1) Showgi...l, a job that paid real good but meant she had to give it out free to the special friends of the boss whenever she was told to do so. (2) Escort girl, which was a job that Isabella would like to forget because it caused her nothing but grief on the East Coast. (3) Model, they called it being a model, but it really meant stripping down and doing. We always had a good time growing up as buddies. He had girlfriends growing up that he must have experimented with. I always figured he would meet (or meat) a nice woman some day. A woman who would love him and give him the pleasures of love. I felt confused. In a way betrayed.Still, it felt unreal. Like a dream even tho I felt awake. I wasn't sure what my thoughts amounted to as I awoke a couple hours later with a wet spot under my hip. Was it all just a wet dream? How weird. It felt so real.. And I was also confused about what the need to click pics was.I just blocked him and tried to forget this guy even exists. Then I started thinking, what if these pics went out? It would be bad for her. And also her father is a strict man. And also a very busy man, and so he’s cranky most of the time. So I decided to talk to her about it, just out of concern.I went to her house to talk to her after both her parents had left for work. The moment I put out his name, she started trembling a little.. Loving myself meant that I could step back from the situation and see how pathetic and sad my ex was because he felt so driven by his sexuality and so ashamed of it that he had to hurt, use, manipulate, degrade, humiliate, and deceive people for his sexual satisfaction and that that had nothing to do with me, my value as a lover, or my ability to make sound choices in a partner. It was then that I decided that I was not going lie about my sexuality ever again. Never again would I be ashamed.