Nervous but... a little excited?

The horrifying realization that she had just sent a picture of herself in a bra to her mother's friend - a man she called her uncle - settled in Becky's heart. But underneath that shame at accidentally exposing herself, that humiliation at being so stupid, there was something else inside her.

After her father left, Becky's mother had grown more protective of her. The mailman was the closest thing to an unsupervised visit the young girl had in a long time; the rest of her experience was with boys her age, all under the watchful eye of other homeschooling parents.

But here was a man, and from his short reply, a man who saw her as a woman. A grown up woman. A man who had seen her, and wanted to see more of her. And underneath that shame and humiliation, she felt... wanted.

She felt good.

Becky reread the message. Despite her better judgment, despite that voice in the back of her head - her mother's voice, warning her not to do anything stupid - she was tempted to send him another picture. She read his reply again, and again, wavering on what to do.

Then, breath heavy from nerves and from that special something else she couldn't quite place yet, Becky took off her shirt again. She opened up the camera again and, brushing her hair from her face, took another picture of herself. She sent it to Eric with a brief message:

"Is this okay?"