Naomi
The attachment was a photo of my underwear and bra. I know it was mine as I always marked by stitching random patterns on the fabric (I did that as I would often get puzzled looking at both Jane’s and mine). It was my red underwear and white bra and I don’t freaking know how he got that. I started panicking so I did the most suitable thing I could.
I dialed Chris.
“Good morning sunshine” Chris said not aware of the timing.
“It’s not morning yet Chris”
“Oh I didn’t see that. What happened? Is everything fine?” Chris said with concern.
I took a deep breath to control my emotions. I’m scared, angry and hurt. I can’t believe this was happening with me when I least expected.
“Chris that guy texted me again. I’m so scared please do something” I said sobbing at my own misery.
“Tell
