By this point she was super worked up and wanted me to send her a picture of me nude.
But I told her it would cost her first.
"Lose the bra, Julie."
She protested. And protested. And protested.
"You're killing me!" she exclaimed.
"And I love it," I replied. "But you're not getting another peek -- or another word -- until you up the ante."
Which was when the next image came in.
The bra was gone, but...
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