" Oh, of course. Shall we do the photos first? We can take some before and after waxing.Do you have a man you can pose with? Photographic erotica is p...culiar. Digital editing is allowed, but editing is frowned upon. So rather than edit a man into the prints, if we had a man, we could finish late tonight."Don took me into his salon/studio converted bedroom, pointed to the recliner, said, "Strip."He turned all of the electrics and flashes on full power, then rechecked the cameras and their. " Sure. Show the way."Mme. Moreau tucked her arm under his and said, "Do you know what they call Paris, Troy?" Yes, I think so. They call it the city of lights. Is that right?" Yes, and the city of romance. The French say, Paris la ville de l'amou. Look, Troy, I took a huge chance with you on the plane. Are you the kind of boy that brags about things like that?" Of course not. I would never tell. It's like what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas." Yes, but in this case, it stays in France." Sure.. While momentarily shaking off the odd sensation of discontent, Rennie was clearly torn. His own mind and heart were at odds with one another, the barely visible indent on his ring finger signaling why. Ever since that morning in the hotel hallway, he’d struggled to rein in his own rapidly developing feelings for the blue eyed beauty – but it wasn’t working. Truthfully, he was having as much success as trying to hold back raging floodwaters with his bare hands.He smiled at the metaphor,. It meant me leaning forward, and him putting his hands behind my neck. I would then straighten up, lifting him out of the chair. I did it a couple of times before I realised that it gave him an excellent view of my cleavage.I’d made the mistake of moving into Will’s spare room, to save him the embarrassment of having a live in nurse. He didn’t need medical help just a little help to get around. I helped him get in and out of bed. I helped him get seated in the shower and I helped him in and out.