Something about that made her emotional.
She took a picture of herself in the mirror and sent it to her mom with the message,Just so someone knows, I’m getting to meet Dodger’s wolf tonight.
Mom’s message made her giggle.Where are your boobs?
Okay, Destiny was indeed dressed in warm layers in the least seductive outfit known to man. She was wearing the tight white thermal shirt with the cartoon pine trees printed on them, and the ski bibs Dodger had bought for her the other day.
Her phone rang and her heart stuttered. Dad was calling. Uh oh.
“Hi,” she sang out.
“You’re meeting his wolf where?” Dad growled.
“Umm, in the forest?”
“Please tell me you’re joking right now.”
“He’s coming to pick me up in ten minutes.”
“We will be there in seven.” Dad hung up.
Crap.
Fingers flying, she texted Dodger.Mayday, my dad wants to meet you when you come pick me up.Send.
Good.Dodger’s response was immediate.
Oh. Okay. Maybe he wasn’t intimidated. Or perhaps he just didn’t know any better.
But also,Don’t text and drive. You have precious cargo. Send.
I’m at a stoplight. Precious cargo, huh? Are you talking about my dick? Go put your Mumu on and send me titty pictures.
Dodger! I’ve never done that.Send.
He didn’t respond, which must’ve meant he was driving again.
He was just joking about the titty pictures. Probably.
Right?
She pursed her lips and looked at herself in the mirror. The only bare skin on her entire body right now were her hands and her face.
Maybe she would just take a picture and if she hated it, no harm no foul, she could just delete it.
Destiny shimmied out of the stretchy suspenders of her ski bibs and lifted her tight thermal pine tree shirt. She was wearing a blue push up bra, and her cleavage didn’t look half bad, other than her skin was pasty white from the lack of sunlight over the snowy winter. No titty pics, but she was comfortable doing a bra pic. Oh goodness, she was being so bad right now! She was bad to the bone. She was so scandalous!Aaah!She leaned forward and smiled at the camera and took a picture, then checked it.
She could do better.
She took another, and another, and then seven more until finally she was satisfied. Should she put a filter on it? No. Yes. No?
Fuck it.
She opened up her text thread with Dodger and squealed as she sent the risky text.
Then she set her phone down on the counter and walked away, paced back, checked it, and walked away again.
A knock sounded at the front door and she yelped, startled.
