I noticedsomething was wrong, but back than I couldn't state exactly what was out oforder in this rendezvous. I noticed my mother was not drinking any...hing; shewas sitting with her back raised up straight, not leaning with back on thesofa, her legs where widely separated and open. Although she was dressed Icould see her nipples through the white fabric standing straight and her whitecotton pants sticking to her body and to her pelvis drawing the line of hervagina on the fabric. She said,"Hi. I didn't bother to ask Neil why he happened to be at the Pink Kitty, or how he knew where the girls who worked there parked. His past pattern of irresponsible behavior with women made the question unnecessary.I still felt stunned and stung. Jen did not seem like the type of woman to do this to me. I wasn't sure I was convinced about the truth of Christianity, but I had seen serious faith in Jen and a life consistent with that faith. Now, after watching the video and hearing Neil's tale, I had. She'd known that most of that kind of work was done inside at a photo set where the background and other things could be closely controlled and where the models in their state of near undress wouldn't be too cold or hot. Her contact was Heather and when she'd met Heather, Melanie was shown the room where she'd go to change and to freshen her makeup as the photo shoot session progressed.Melanie remembered how much fun she'd had that evening in her bedroom when she'd modeled her various lingerie. "Two o'clock on a Thursday, where would she be right now?" Dave smiled. "She doesn't work on Thursdays. It's her day for errands. Perfect!" Dave pulled his cell phone from its holder on his hip and used speed dial to call his ex-wife's cell phone. The phone rang three times before she answered."What do you want, Dave?" Hello to you, too. It's wonderful to hear your voice again, Becky." It's Rebbecca, Dave. What do you want?" I just got off work. I was wondering if you'd meet me for a late.