You know the drill: that one picture, the one you’d never want anyone to see, where you’re done up just right. Panties on, outfit on point, looking like such a fucking slut—so easy to identifiable, so clearly YOU. It would be so easy to ruin your life. We’re about to play a risky little game. Maybe you’ll get lucky, maybe you won’t, and I’ll end up with that embarrassing picture in My inbox, ready for whenever I feel like using it. The best part? You can’t resist the thrill, the ‘what if,’ even if it’s dangerous because you need to feel the rush. You know it’s Russian roulette, but you can’t stop pulling the trigger. You know you’re going to take the chance… you always do.