He stood in the doorway looking blankly at me, or rather, at my breasts. I felt suddenly self-conscious of the way I was dressed: spandex workout shorts molded themselves to my lower curves - a yellow tank top, cropped, exposed my belly and hung from my nipples like water falling off a cliff.

"Hi Joel, what's up?"

My eyes darted to the table and back to his eyes. I could see a corner of the picture sticking out from under a pile of bills. I wanted to shove it all the way underneath but I was afraid to draw attention to it. He finally tore his gaze from my breasts and looked me in the eye.

"Mind if I come in?"

I did mind. The place was a mess. I wanted to say no. I waited too long. He pushed past me into the apartment and stood, looking around - especially at the kitchen window. I closed the door, more than a little pissed at the intrusion. He walked to the kitchen window, leaned on the sill. He was breathing heavy - I noticed a redness creeping across his forehead - and I was beginning to have a very uneasy feeling that something was wrong. He just stood there looking out as if her were gathering himself for a parachute jump. I decided to ask him to leave but he spoke first.

"Interesting thing, windows." He brushed a hand over the blond stubble on top of his head. The hand started to shake and he stuffed it into his pocket. I thought it was a dumb thing to say and wondered what he was really working up to.

"Interesting how?" I said, deciding to play along. Not my best judgement call.

He pulled his hand from his pocket, holding a crumpled white envelope. He reached it toward me, touched the top of my left breast with it like a process server delivering a summons.

"Interesting that people look out of them and don't think anyone can see in."

I grabbed the envelope, snatched it out of his hand and stood, staring at him, breathing hard. Time seemed to stand still as we stared at each other, sweat running down my back and between my breasts. I thought my heart would explode. I looked away - opened the envelope and stared in disbelief at the pictures I held in my hands.

Just like the one in the mail, these were of me. Three more in front of the window - I slid them behind the stack, going faster and faster with each piece of glossy photo paper. Two were through the bedroom window, of me sleeping, my thigh exposed, my breasts pointing at the ceiling. The pictures cascaded to the floor and I left them lie. I was boiling, violated, shaking with rage and fear.

"More where those came from," he said; a smug look plastered itself on his face.

I snapped. I ran at him; my arm swung in a wide arc aimed at his jaw. He caught my wrist in one huge lumpy hand and grabbed the other as well as I tried to strike him. His hands slithered up my arms like lightening and I felt his grip tighten on my biceps. He used his weight to hold me, at arm's length, pinned against the refrigerator.

"Let me go you son of a bitch!" I growled through gritted teeth. "Let me go or I'll start screaming, I swear to fucking God I will."

"I wouldn't if I were you," he replied. You'll be sorry?

"Sorry my ass! You'll be the sorry one when the cops haul you away!"

"That's as may be." He pulled me toward him, our noses almost touching. I could feel his breath on my lips, hot and sour. Cheap aftershave and sweat filled my senses. He kept talking.

"That's as may be, but if that happens no one will be able to stop my buddy from posting those (His eyes shot to the pile of pictures on the floor) on the internet."

I was listening now; I was all ears.

"That, and sending the emails. My buddy's a pretty good hacker, you know. He gave you a worm - a virus. It downloaded all your mail contacts: Friends, mom, your sister's kids, your boss..."

My eyes opened wide. Something that felt like a tennis ball lodged itself in my throat. My terror and rage melted into panic.

"...so you see, you're mine my dear, all mine."

He spread my arms, pinned them against the refrigerator so my breasts jutted out - nearly in his face. His cheek grazed mine as he leaned in and nibbled on my neck, ran his tongue up to my ear. I hated him, but I shuddered at his touch - my nipples stood out against my tank top, suddenly rock hard.

"I have great plans for you, Julie, great plans..."