The Real Me part 1
It seems like yesterday when I first began to email HIM. Feeling the butterflies in my stomach, when a message was in my inbox. Nervously typing my reply to HIM, making sure everything was perfect. It all began when I was at University and had access to my friend’s computer. I wasn’t a virgin at the time, but sexually naive. I had blown a guy at prom, and later that night we had sex. Plus there was the guy from next door, whom I had sex with a couple of times. However little did I know about the rabbit hole I was about to stumble into. My friend was out and she had allowed me access to her computer. I turned on the screen and there in front of me, on the screen, was a …