We were over in Denmark on a football holiday and in a bar. The rest of the team drifted off leaving me alone there. I had been trying my luck with th... Danish girls with no luck. This guy, in his 20's, cropped hair, muscular kept smiling over to me and I to be polite smiled back. Anyway after a few drinks I went to the toilets, as I passed him he winked at me and followed me in, "this fuckers a poof" I thought and went to a cubicle. He was behind me and also came in, closing the door and. It wasn’t far to her office. It was right at the corner of Davisville and Mount Pleasant. It’s still a Real Estate office even now, but not hers.She always parked out in front of the building so we told her to do that. Jenn reminded her of what could happen to her business and her life if she fucked with us and then we went in. I had never been inside before. It was a fairly bleak reception area with a large wooden reception desk of the kind that you had to stand right up to in order to see the. I knew Jim should be returning to his desk soon, so we waited. While we waited, Bob admitted that he had always been attracted to me but had been afraid to try anything. I didn't have the heart to tell him that I wasn't attracted to him. About five minutes later my husband typed, "Yes, thanks for asking first, my friend, I'll be home around 5:00"I had already explained to Bob that I didn't want to do anything in our bed, so he turned off the computer and without looking at me said, "Why don't. His name was Warren and he was an established photographer. He got me into photography by giving me my first real camera when I was sever teen, taught me how to frame subjects, how to measure light, how to make the best of what light there was, how to use lighting and strobes, and shadows, and the dark room. He was into creative lighting and using fading and shadowing in the dark room. He taught me what poses really were, and how to make the best of situation photography. Under his guidance, I.