Mixed in between travel posters of Turkey were some scenes that were quite obviously from porn films. If I wasn’t mistaken a couple of the girls re...embled the ones seated across from me. ‘I told you,’ Nick yelled into the phone. ‘From now on we do things my way,’ And with that he slammed down the phone. ‘Stupid bitch!’ he muttered. ‘Everyone thinks they know how to make porn now.’ Nick looked up from his desk and smiled. He obviously liked the way I looked. But for a second I felt a little. The pale turquoise water was clear and inviting, the ivory sand warm below her feet and between her toes. If only the rest of the cool, creepy mansion made her feel like this. Then as the final stunner, to her extreme torture and absolute displeasure, she was not allowed to go outside for very long and under no circumstances should she swim in the water. Rip had explained that even though they were over an hour away from civilization, she could still be spotted. At this point the paparazzi had. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. I had been thinking about her and looking forward to this all day. I had met Julie in an Internet chatroom and we had had fun talking to each other. We found we had similar interests and soon our casual chatting had become more flirty and sexy. One day we took a step forward and cybered. It was amazing. We seemed to "click" together naturally and we enjoyed spending time with each other. My hobby is writing. After chatting about it some more, I went back into the bedroom, Del was laid on her side her arm tucked under her head, she was staring as though in a trance at the other pillow, I sat down on the bed and put my hand on her thigh that was covered with sheet, “are you ok sweetheart?” I asked like a fussy mother hen, she looked at me snapping out of her daydream, “yes, I’m ok, still a bit sore but apart from that I’m ok” she said patting my leg, “thanks for what you did last night by the way, it.