"Can- can I get a picture with you two?" Ipretend to mull Ashley's request over as I gaze down at Kayla, whosefacial expression right now is just as s...ug as mine- and gives awaythe fact that she's obviously thinking what I'm thinking."Tell you what," Kayla teases. "We'll take a picture with you if youwill take a picture of us with the brides!" The grin on Ashley's faceas I hand her my phone is enough to tell me that our terms areacceptable to her! After both photos have been taken, an idea. .. primitive? About being naked in the open air. I mean, there was no-one to see. In fact apart from salt-marsh, low shrubs and water, there wasn’t much to see at all. It was a bit nippy, but the air had that clarity you only get after rain, and was like wine. I quickly extinguished the riding-light, walked aft and relieved myself over the stern. Ah, simple pleasures... !I went below. “Er, Gwen, what you had in mind ... are we likely to be moving from here this morning? Because, if not, I’ll. ” The look of shock on her face made him laugh out loud. “I’m joking, doofus! In work, Alex is fine. Master is for when we are not at work. Master, or Sir.” This time he was not smiling. She simply nodded and responded.“Yes sir.” She smiled shyly. He reminded her of their meeting in the car park after work and she answered again with the required response. “Show me again.” She looked around the office to see if anyone’s heads were turned their way. The office had thinned out, people had left. I would think that the woman I was married to would understand that sort of thing.”Marilyn snorted at that. “Is that what you call yourself? A gentleman of leisure? Try unemployed!”“How about self-employed?” I countered.“So?”I tugged on her bra buckles and playfully snapped her with it. “Well, I simply think that the wife of a gentleman of leisure should be trying to keep her husband happy.”“Happy?” she asked, laughing. “You have anything specific in mind?”“Well, I’d think you’d be trying to be.