"Are you recording me?" I asked to the guy that had a camera. I was all drunk, with only a black bra and a black panties. We were on my room. He shook his head, making a 'yes'. Then I smiled with my lips, not knowing what I am een doing, "Good." My mouth spoke. My body step back, and the door of the room opened. It was my boyfriend, Ken Hugburn, the popular one.
"Ken," I said, he pulled me in his hands and pulled me up. He was shirtless with only a black pants. I put my arms around him as same my feets. He pushed me to bed, jumping to me. Then the camera get closer.
"If she wants to record porn, can you move a little? You are covering her chest and body."
The one that was recording asked Ken. Ken stopped kissing my chest and look at the camera, he frowned and spoke, "What the hell-" But when he was standing up, I stopped him, grabbing his left arm.
"It's okay, Ken. He won't publish it, he just want it for him."
I said. Ken turned to me, and nod, then he kissed me back.
We could say that Ammy Johnson was rude, and totally bad for life. But what we couldn't say, was that she killed herself by just my fault. And I wish I could say a pretty story, but I couldn't. I am so sorry guys, and if they don't know me...My name is Ken Hugburn, hacker of computers. Giving this message...
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