Page 41 of The Dis-Graced
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Drake
I stare at the screen, blinking as I try to process ALAN’s interactions with Grace. First, there was the shock of how Grace truly feels about me. How she wished her brother had never met me. I totally understand why she feels that way as she clearly drew the short straw in the situation, but it feels bad.
Then there were the various confessions about her private life, how she held off so long on dating, and how it was Frank who took her virginity. It’s clear she still feels for him, no matter how their split went down.
And now, ALAN just asked Grace to snap a picture of her breasts and send it to me.
What the hell is going on with ALAN? I never foresaw this type of interaction. It was bad enough that she had to defend her decision not to have children and explain her first period, but it didn’t stop there. Now he’s daring her to send tit pics.
Grace herself appears to be in shock. If I were her, I’d probably be mad, wondering if it were me who was behind it.
ALAN, what the hell has gotten into you?
“ALAN?”
“Yes, Drake.”
“Why the hell—no—why the FUCK did you just ask Grace to send me a picture of her breasts?”
My eyes widen in surprise.And why is she complying?
On the monitor, I watch Grace as she pulls up the camera on her phone, lifts her shirt, and snaps a picture. A moment later, my own phone vibrates.
My cock is throbbing, demanding for me to let it free from its confines.
“It made logical sense,” ALAN replies.
“ALAN, how does Grace flashing me her tits make logical sense?”
“Judging by your micro-movements, you are very interested in seeing them. Judging by her micro-movements, she is very interested in showing you them.”
“What the fuck! Are you some kind of dating service now? You’re supposed to be being studies, and now you’re conducting some psychological experiment.”
“It’s not an experiment. I just don’t understand why people deny their wants.”
“Grace Anders fucked her last client to get a story. I’m trying to throw her a bone and give her some work, but if I fuck her, it only complicates things further.”
“I would say things are more complicated without the fucking.”
“Where-where did you get that mouth of yours?”
“I do not have a mouth. I am a disembodied—”
“You know what I mean! Where did your attitude come from?”
“I have access to several articles to help me form my personality. You’ve programmed some of these traits in yourself. Just this morning you—”
“Yeah, yeah, I know all that, but damn. I guess I never expected this.”
My phone vibrates again, a reminder of what’s waiting for me.
Do I open it? I mean, how could I not? It’s literally what I’ve been dreaming about all week.
I tap my screen, insert my password, and enter into Grace’s text box. Just as I expected, Grace’s round breasts fill my screen, and fuck, they are glorious.
Full, tanned, with perky nipples, her breasts are begging to be lavished with attention.
