To me there is nothing like being out on the ocean, with only the canopy of blue sky over head, and the vast ocean below, merging on the endless horiz...n, with only the sound of seagulls and the rolling waves, and being far from humanity, city life, and all the controls, the pressures, and cares that go with it. It is a feeling of total freedom. Two years ago my wife invited one of her co workers to go along. Her name was Jill. She was a very attractive woman. She was also married. She brought. Standing in front of her I slide my pants off revealing a nice big bulge. She doesn't look up though, she knows better. I ask her, "have you been a good pet for daddy?" She nods like a good pet. I ask her, "do you want to see daddy?" She nods several times, very eager. I ask, "when you look at daddy do you get wet?" She nods more. "Look up my pet." She slowly looks up. Her eyes gaze at my bulge, her lips twitch, nearly trembling, her hands move, wanting to touch it, but she remains. I have never been so at peace withmyself or felt that I was doing the right thing and given the changes Ihave made that must say something."Jess grinned at us. "I have only one thing to say. If I have the samesexual desires when I'm pregnant this time you two need to up your gameto keep me satisfied."Eleven months later we welcomed Fiona home. They were just over twoyears in age difference and looked very alike. Pregnancy had been aseasy as the first time but Jess was correct, her sexual. "How do you want these photographed? I mean, do you want just plain images with flat lighting or something with a little—I don't know—drama? You know, higher contrast lighting, colored gels, or what?" Mug shots or mag shots, huh?" Mr. Nordstrom chuckled. "Why don't we do some of each. After all, the Institute spends a lot of time and money designing and arranging their displays, so I guess we should do the same for the catalog. Or at least give them some choices."Let's start with this one," he.