So that was his game. Mia was disappointed but not entirely surprised. She’d seen this sort of thing discussed in the forums. Guys start out all friendly and then want photos, just to help them focus, and before you knew it they had nude photos of you. Well, he wouldn’t be getting one of Mia. He’d be in for a shock if she sent him one and he saw what she really looked like and she had no intention of hunting through online sites hoping to find a nude that could match her description of her character. Why couldn’t he find one for himself? Why was it so important that it be her?<br/><br/>Did this mean that the thread would fizzle out, like so many did, for lack of time or ideas or failure to co-operate by providing photographic inspiration. She’d read some of those threads that hung around like ghosts with their potential unfulfilled and their characters left in mid-plot. Would that be the fate of Mia and her rapist? Well if it was, she wasn’t going to be left in a drunken stupor on her bed.<br/><br/>The best way to deal with the request was to ignore it. She’d just carry on posting and hope he didn’t give up on her.<br/><br/>‘Mia rolled onto her back and groaned. The daylight spilling into her bedroom told her that she would have to hurry if she didn’t want to incur the wrath of her boss. Summoning her courage, she launched herself off the bed in the direction of the bathroom. A quick swill of mouthwash and back to the bedroom for her uniform as she thought of it. At least having a dress code spared her the effort of deciding what to wear. The blue skirt over her string, and the blue jacket over her bare tits, and her favourite black heels on her feet, and she was ready for the day.’