"I followed her down a short hallway, and we entered a room with the largest mixing board I'd ever seen. In front of it sat two men in casual dress, n...dging various slide controls to manage the audio they'd already recorded. In front of them, on the other side of glass wall, nine musicians stood listening to the playback in a large recording studio. Two backup singers – a man and a woman – also sat on tall stools in the studio listening to the playback. Each instrument and singer had their own. The following day I called her to wake her as I did previously and told her that I never got a photo, she explained that she could not get her arms behind her back and take a photo of her laying face down showing her naked back and ass. “You know that’s another forfeit don’t you,” I said. “Oh dear,” she said. “It’s impossible to take that photo!” I told her I will let her know her forfeit later that day. We hung up as I didn’t want Scott to hear her talking to me as she was supposed to be. And I'm a cop, dammit. I protect other people, I can damn sure protect myself. So just drop it!" She could hear the tension in her own voice and hated it.His hand dropped on her shoulder, flipping her around so that she was forced to crick her neck up to see him. "No," he said furiously. "No, I won't just drop it. We are more than just partners, Jenna. And I don't want to lose you no matter how you feel about me." He dropped his hand off of her shoulder and took a deep breath."Dammit!" Jenna. Uh, 'experienced', was a nice plus. You are out of The Life now. I wouldn't change anything about you. I certainly would not, under ANY circumstances, expect you to go back into it and share your experiences with me, just so I can live it vicariously through you. My fantasy is more direct than that. It's ME that would have to change. I don't want to HAVE a slut. I dream of BEING a slut," Kyra raised one eyebrow quizzically. "Oh? I had a few of dates that liked to act out their own hooker.