Being the guy was a good bit of a thrill.Suddenly the memory stopped It had been like I was there I could feel see and hear everything she did along w...th her running commentary I knew what it was like to be her. Then the world went black.I heard her voice say the letter "W," then I said, "Twelve," but her voice came out. I opened my eyes and the room looked almost the same but the sunshine from out side looked different.I took a deep breath and felt my chest was constricted. I started to sit up. And so was she.” “I didn’t notice, and I was there.” “You should be more observant, then.” “So you think he went up to view her etchings?” “Unless it was coincidence, but my informant thinks not.” I filed this away in my brain under “I” for “Intriguing”, and we separated to circulate some more. I gravitated toward her group, and ended up in conversation with her for about a minute. It was just the. It should be worth it.’ We got out of the truck and Tracey slipped her bag of clothes on her back. The sun was shining, filtering through the trees as we walked down an old trail to the little meadow. As we stepped out of the woods and she saw the field of wildflowers, she gave me the biggest smile. ‘This is perfect!’ she exclaimed. We had a regular little modeling session for about 15 minutes. Tracey photographs well and I enjoyed taking the pictures. She changed her shirt several times and. She never understood her master’s actions. At his urging the guests took each woman repeatedly and roughly. They paid no attention to Sandrine’s cries and the entreaties by Juliette. One of the men who had taken her more than once that evening returned to dine with her master a few weeks later. After the meal they summoned Sandrine to the small parlour where the two men sat in front of the fire with their whiskey.Inevitably Sandrine was invited to join the visitor on the small sofa he occupied,.