. I need to have something to help my imagination.”“Are you thinking about me when you do it?” Joyce scrunched up her nose with distaste.“I ca...’t help it, you’re so beautiful.” Sam looked down at his hands. He thwittled his thumbs, not wanting to make eye contact. After a long pause, he looked back up again.“Oh, Sammy.” Joyce’s face relaxed and reddened. “What do you need?”“I’d really like to see you naked.” Sam spoke in a rush to get out the words. “Just once would be enough. You’re the most. I’d been quite jealous of the girl when she showed it off to me, it put my new camera really in the shade. But then what would you expect? Frankie’s parents had been divorced a few years back and like many divorced parents they were both vying for her affections. The little vixen was having a rare old time of it, playing the pair of them — and their respective new spouses – off against each other, the best she knew how. Between them, they had managed to turn the really nice little youngster. .. but now I outclassed every other girl there but I still wanted to keep my top on because I was ashamed of the obvious unnaturalness of my bosom. But the boss insisted and I had to comply. Swimming on my back was especially embarrassing as I couldn't hide what had been done to me for, as I floated there, my breasts broke the surface of the water by several inches and looked rather like miniature islands or a pair of albino shark's fins!Anyway, it was during one of these poolside interludes. "Are you thinking you'd like some good old-fashioned yamming?" God, yes." Pepper settled into his arms. "It's been a week, and I've been dreaming about your zucchini." Glad to hear it, because the past few days, all I've been able to think about is your sweet little potato," Sorrel said. He hugged her. "Come on, baby, let's go upstairs so we can cabbage." Upstairs? My rutabaga's so wet just thinking about your hard eggplant that I'm afraid I'll drip when I walk!" Well, I don't think we have.