Well, Sam did her bikini shoot and she was actually okay with it. Honestly, I don’t really approve, but it’s her call.
“I loved it, Pen! I felt so sexy!” I furrowed my brow after that comment.
“Sam, that’s not the point. You really think you want to continue to do this? Be that kind of an example for your daughters?!”
“What do you mean by that?” Her voice got stern.
“I don’t want them to grow up to be…harlots!” Sam just started crying and sat down in a dining room chair.
“I know…I don’t even know what I’m doing. I’ll figure it out later.” She just wiped her eyes and left.
I don’t know what she’s going to decide. I’m praying for her.