"Nick." She says, more quietly. "When you turned that thing on me yesterday, did you have me do anything? You know, like you did with the girls at the mall?" She asks, looking at me intently.
"No, Nicole!" I tell her. "Honestly, I only did what I told you."
"It's because of my t**s, isn't it? You're not interested because I'm so flat chested, right?" Nicole says, quietly, her head hanging down, her eyes on the ground.
"No! You've got amazing t**s!" I tell her. I turn toward her and make her look me in the eye, as I try to convince her. "I love your t**s! I love the way they jiggle and how puffy your n*****s are and how they pucker up when they get hard."
She's looking at me curiously. "How do you know...?" She stops. "You've got the pictures, don't you?" She says excitedly. "I want to
