I didn't want him to know that, unlike him, hard times hadn't made me stronger, they'd made me weaker. I didn't want him feeling sorry for me. But he ...ad been very open about himself and I could see that he expected me to reciprocate. I told him as little as I could-that I had grown up in Manhattan, and that our lives shared some similarities because I was very close to my sister, and my parents, like his, had also been dysfunctional. After I went silent, he started giving me the third degree,. Which was good because we were all surprised when a couple of elderly women walked past us. According to Kelly, they seemed to enjoy that I was naked. The perfect light had left us so we all dressed and walked back to camp.I got what Kelly had said about Greg. Marie was fine posing naked. Although she was shaved down below, she had one of those tight little clams and even though I got one shot of her with her knees spread there was no view of pink. Marie also seemed uninterested in sex. Words will not be at all adequate for what they will exchange. He can see the reflection of his masked face in her dark, glittering eyes as he reaches for a strand of her hair, rubbing its silky thread between his fingers, then tracing the contours of her cheek, her neck, her shoulder and the delicate curve of her breast. Her skin is on fire. His touch is electric, pulsing through her voraciously. She can do nothing but stare at his sinful lips, yearning for them to claim every inch of her. I didn’t know what to think, so I started back on theroad and about 15 minutes later, after I started tocontemplate all the work I had to do and the work I hadin store for me at home and I felt the stress creepingback. So I purposely lit up another cigarette and trulyenjoyed it while I was driving down the highway. Andwith each puff that I took, I actually could feel thestress come out of me as I inhaled the smoke.Even though I’ve only been smoking at home during sex, Iwant to be.