The day finally came and we set up a meet and told our parents our plans to go swimming. We just failed to mention our plans for afterwards. We met ...s usually at the tree house and dropped off our clothes and snacks. We walked down to the pond, neither of us saying anything about what we would do after the swim. When we got there Mike asked if I really felt like swimming. I smiled and said no and without a word we ran back to the tree house as fast as possible.Once in the tree house, I. Debray, Maximilian Morrel, and M. de Chateau-Renaud." Did they speak of me?" Not a word." So much the worse." Why so? I thought you wished them to forget you?" If they did not speak of me, I am sure they thought about me, and I am in despair." How will that affect you, since Mademoiselle Danglars was not among the number here who thought of you? Truly, she might have thought of you at home." I have no fear of that; or, if she did, it was only in the same way in which I think of her." Touching. ‘Does that count as the first modeling?’ ‘Only if you decide you want it to be a painting I can display.’ I thought about and shrugged. He was right. Art and nudity went hand-in-hand. ‘I can live with that, I suppose. You’ll probably make me look better than I would have anyway. I suppose you can show those, though I doubt you’ll be hanging any pornographic paintings, so that seems safe enough.’ He nodded. ‘True enough. What would you like to do after we eat?’ he asked, changing the subject.. I tucked my penis backinto my crotch, and slipped on the panties. "Always dress to the nineswhen you go out shopping," Margo told me as we put our clothes on. "Youget a lot better service from the tacky shopgirls when you look betterthan they do!" She was right.I was shifting things from the pink purse to the one Margo had justgiven me when I came upon something I had almost forgotten in therigors of moving that week. It was Peter's business card. Peter and Ihad danced at "The Gilded G****".