My guess at her age had started out quite young but as I saw more of her approaching face it ended at in the mid twenties.The slender figure that had ...nitially misled me was clad in shorts and low cut top. Her breasts seemed large compared to the rest of her body but not overly so. Her bronzed legs were well shaped perhaps because of the cycling. I was looking forward to when she passed me so I could check out her arse as it powered those tanned long legs. She wore a baseball cap which hid her. When I got home the car was at a ten percent charge. It would take a fullday to charge it back to full. I carried the stuff into the kitchen and spreadit out. I took two of the plastic bags from the grocery and filled them withsoaps and other things, and carried the instant meals to a side closet justoff the kitchen that was now mercifully empty. It was just big enough for allthe food. I grabbed the bags and brought the supplies to the women and toldthem to place the stuff out of the way. Back. Few women report finding the access ports reappearing at odd months often accompanied by the sound of deep breathing and the sound of heavy steps beneath them. Fewer women still will report seeing ghostly naked women outside these points, always cautiously approaching these noisy doors, always wearing a face fixed with terror despite the evident arousal between their nether-lips, they always open these doors and descend gesturing for the witness to follow them. The doors close themselves. Mila was now wearing a bikini, the sort you tie at the side. “May I join you?” She asked. She lay down on the grass beside me and leaned over and kissed my shoulder.Then she whispered, “We are in the Garden of Eden.” The Sun had moved (or maybe the Earth) and the leaves of the apple tree created a dappled light on our bodies. Jenneke was there too and the clicking of the shutter. I was no longer concerned or surprised. I rolled on to my back and looked up and directly into my lover, the camera.