She needs to show more.

The next few minutes were the longest of Becky's young life. Earlier today she had been eagerly waiting for her diploma and nothing else: now she sat in front of a computer screen in her bra, waiting for the approval of her mom's old friend after sending him pictures of herself.

"A pretty woman like you shouldn't be wearing a bra that plain. Take it off and show me how grown up you are, Becky."

He was right about the bra: bargain white cotton and starting to wear in places, it was not the most flattering piece.

Becky's arms were behind her back before it clicked that she was about to take her bra off for a man she hadn't seen in years. But as her eyes scanned the message again, she felt that strange feeling deep inside her. He kept calling her grown up, a woman - and a pretty one at that - things that she hadn't heard before.

She unhooked her bra and slid it off. Covering her breasts with one arm, she took a few more pictures and sent them to him.

"Is this better?" She replied.

His message came back almost immediately. "Better. Accept my invite, Becky."

She could see a little pop-up at the bottom of the email, and clicked it. Another program opened, and she could see herself at the top of the screen - still topless and covering herself with one arm. And after a brief moment, Eric's face came into view at the other end.

"Can you hear me?" He asked.

"Y- um, yes," Becky said in return. Apparently he could hear her too, because he smiled.

"Good girl. Look at you... you're amazing, Becky. And I bet you want to be even better, don't you?"