Late night compulsions can be dangerous when you have friends like me. But you were weak last night; weak and intoxed. Maybe even more than buzzed seeing as how you seem to have no recall of the incriminating pics you sent directly to my inbox last night. I guess I might have coaxed you a little, but I certainly did no twisting of any arms, nor requesting of dirty photos. Yet here I am in possession of the most reputation ruining stuff a man could be threatened with. I thought about sending them to our friend’s group but I guess I will give you a chance to change my mind. Do me this one dirty favor and I will forget all about it.