I am not gay and he had always been very straight so I was surprised but he said it would just be innocent fun. I was actually a little hard from what...I had seen so I told him I would if he would. He said “ I think we should strip”. We had seen each other naked before so it was no big deal. We undressed and he handed me the pictures again. I slowly went through them admiring her breasts and nice bush and the ones with her legs spread showing her vagina. He got some ky out of the dresser and. I asked hesitantly "Chloe?" "Hi, you must be Mark, am so glad you're on time, if you'd been late I would either have not bothered answering or would have punished you in some way". It seemed a strange remark but I didn't say anything and we walked to my car. I opened the passenger door, taking a sneaky look at her stocking clad legs as she slid in to the low slung seat of the Porsche. I knew there was a benefit to driving such a car...Dinner came and went, the wine and conversation flowed and. I’m home!” She was laughing until she saw the cane and my face, lumps and bumps still not completely healed.“You look awful! It looks like somebody beat the hell out of you. Were you in a wreck?”“Hello to you too, Debbie. No, I wasn’t in a car wreck. Yes, someone or rather someones beat the hell out of me.”“Why?”“Just a guess here but I think I did something to piss them off. I got lucky. An off duty cop saw the whole thing and got them off of me. All three of them are set to be guests of the. Well, it was their loss. But yes, she'd experienced the freedom of the road, the wind in her face -- it was as if this trip had opened a whole new world for her, and she liked what she felt.Once again she sent a silent, grateful thanks to Jason, wherever he was, presumably on the highway somewhere heading back from Maine. She remembered last winter, pouting and jealous of Emily for having someone to give her a beautiful motorcycle, and even more for the willingness and the love to give her the.