She swallowed, fighting to keep her features impassive; she had resolved not to let them see her cry again.Finally, they were done. Gary looked up at ...er."You know what's going on?" He gestured towards the camera.Stacy nodded reluctantly."Yes," she answered. It hadn't been difficult to figure out. She had cried in her bedroom when Gary had ordered her to show up at the photography studio with the clothing, but she wasn't going to cry now. She wasn't going to give them the satisfaction.Gary. So to safe more stories with just the same things happening, ive chosen to skip ahead 2 weeks to when we took the next step.It was a friday night and I had been out with my friends. I came back to Marks place at around 10pm. We kissed when I came into the house but at that moment we didnt go any further and we talked about what i was up to outside. At around 11.30pm that night we chose head off to bed. We went into our seperate rooms after saying night and it seemed like any normal night. After all, music critics think with their dicks.Jade’s pretty. That luscious body and those dark glinting eyes had me drooling the first time I saw her at Royal College. Even then a serious player; her whole body, arms, shoulders, hips, seemingly brought to bear on making love to that cello. And the instrument responded, singing out in pleasure.And now she’s betrothed, to our God-like conductor, Humberto. A prodigy, him not her; well, so the press said.And me? Viola – the instrument I mean. My. I couldn’t pick up what was being said, so I quietly made my way half way down the steps. There was a small opening half way down by the hand rail where I could see fully down into the basement. I peeked through the opening to see my wife Jen kissing Dave. I instantly froze and sat there on the steps dumbfounded. I didn’t know how to react, and I sat there for a good minute in a subdued trance. I sat there waiting to see what happens next. I watched as Jen ran her hand across the front of.