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I have to force myself to get out of my house day after day; I attend art shows and a few historical seminars in the area and it calms my mind, if only momentarily.

I finally work up the guts to open my email and I groan when I find more spam and porn than any one person should have in their inbox. I have to sift and sort through and when I spot Ethan's name, I freeze. It's not an email from him, of course, it's from Johnathon. It's his pictures, but the subject still makes me panic.

 

Ethan Cums: A Picture Show

 

Did Johnathon really have to make the subject so enticing, and so terrifying at the same time? I draw in a deep breath and hold it as I finally open the email:

 

Here are the pictures, asshole. I hope you put them to good use, because I'm going to miss them like you wouldn't believe. I hate you so much right now.

 

EmmCart

 

Thank God, the pictures are in a zipped folder, so I don't have to see them. I sigh out the breath I am holding loudly and save the email. I can't stand the thought of deleting them, but I can't bring myself to look at them either. If he doesn't want me to see his cock, then I will respect his wishes.

For now.