What's wrong?"She looked at me and then turned away. I seldom let something like this go."You've gotta tell me," I said. "You can't keep secrets from ...our photographer. It's the rule."That started it and the next thing I new, she was bawling hot tears on my shoulder. I put my arms around her as she threw her arms around my neck. "There, there, hon," I said. "It can't be all that bad. Tell me about it. What's the matter?"She pulled away a little. Out of the corner of my eye, I spied some napkins. I soaped up and as my hands slid up my thigh my mind mind began to wander. I began to think of Kayla and the way she used to touch me. she always began by kissing my lips softly..shed work her way down to my neck. Her lips always made me tremble and as she slid her tongue down my neck and to my chest brushing my cleavage I let out a soft moan. Her hands always seemed to know just where to go on my body as she kneaded my breasts, working my nipples adeptly with her tongue. She always got this. The Scarecrow and the Tin Man stood nearby."So, what's your problem?" Dorothy asked."I dunno," the Lion moaned. "I'm just not as fierce as I should be. All the other Lions come around, bragging about how many folks they had frightened; how they hunted squirrels and rabbits... and all I can talk about is how my garden is growing." A vegetarian lion?" the Scarecrow marvelled.The Lion nodded, slowly."Why, you're nothing but a big chicken!" the Tin Man exclaimed.Toto perked his ears up.Dorothy. She just stared at him with a look in her eyes as she continued to push the weights with her legs. Ronald couldn't tell if the smirk on her face represented anger, hate, disgust, or maybe he was imagining it, but he could have sworn that he saw lust in her eyes. Soon Debra switched positions. She laid down flat on her stomach and started leg curls. As she lay on her stomach curling weights up with the backs of her ankles, Ronald now noticed her looking back to see if he was watching, which he.