I have a text*

My phone notifies me that I have a text. I don’t recognize the number, but I’m guessing it’s from Dayna. I open it.

Hello, Sir, this is Dayna. Here’s a picture of me as you requested for your file.

And here’s another picture for inspiration.

As you can see, I’m a very naughty girl who’s let boys talk her into doing bad things. I need a real man to take charge of me and teach me.

My mom will be leaving soon. I’ll be all alone . . . all by myself in this apartment . . . if some strange man came by, he could do *anything* to me he wanted—I couldn’t stop him . . .

Dayna

I look up from my phone in disbelief. What a little minx!