He seemed oddly excited about a Sunday evening drive, and I should have probably guessed something more was up. I was still wearing the clothes I had ...n from being out earlier in the day, black tights with a black tank top under a brown, cozy sweater. I hadn’t bothered with a bra today, since it was also a laundry day and I like the smooth feel of the tank top on my nipples. Nothing would show through the heavy brown sweater anyway. I jumped in the passenger seat of the car, and away he drove. I brought it up once again."Oh, Charley, I'm getting too old to be modeling for a photographer. Why don't you take pictures of Sally?" But I'm tired of taking pictures of apples and oranges, Mom. Besides, you're prettier than apples or Sally!" But you are always taking my picture around the house, isn't that enough," she laughed."Sure, but I need practice with real lighting setups." Well maybe sometime."She just smiled and I saw the flash of panties as she changed legs to begin painting her. That you two were together, that you were repeatedly unfaithful, and that every time she attempted to confront you about the infidelity, you ran away and escaped the tower."He looked at me, mouth agape, expression dumbfounded. After a moment, he shook his head. "She said that? She thinks I was running away from her?" His voice was pained, and I felt sorry for him. I'd guessed there was more to the story, and it seemed I was right."So tell me, then, what did happen? Was she wrong? Did you not. ... Well. it did not really matter. He told her that he would get some fast food on a break and not to wait up. She was crushed. She had a lovely romantic evening planned, and now she would be all alone. Well, if Dave could not join her, she reasoned, there was no reason she could not enjoy herself. She closed her eyes and started opening her mind to her fantasies. In her mind, she was standing in front of Dave, naked, with her hands behind her back, looking at the floor. He was standing in.