~~Abigail Darlington~~That night, Elio called two more times and left me weird, desperate messages. Which was like, okay, obsessed much? To shut him up for the night, I sent him a picture Niccolo had taken of my bruised ass. My body looked amazing from the back, though all my curves and insecurities were out on display. It didn't hinder the beauty the photo presented. I'm lying on the wooden table, red marks around my ankles and wrist, ass redder than a fucking tomato with a view of my wet pussy. Let me say, if it weren't for the voice in my head that talked me out of it, I'd have used that picture as my lock and home screensaver. He didn't bother me after that. He did send me one text message. It simply said… ‘Who is this guy?’That was all, and I left him on read then went to bed.I didn't get a chance to talk to Jade or Chiara. Her mother was visiting today, so she'll be spending time with her. Her grades are fine. There's this thing called a grade pause. For the low, low pri
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