"She immediately extracted my nipple from her mouth, slanted herself up and looked at me with a couple tears sliding down her cheeks. "I'm sorry, Hann...h. Will you forgive me, please?"She pulled me up with her, kissed me for a few seconds and peeked down at my tits. "Call it what you want, but I'm a total fucking cunt, as you've called me more than a few occasions."'The tears, the emotional drops of the human being that always pushes the buttons of others to their unknown stopping point,' I. "If the question ever gets asked on how you got these keep my name out of it. They got laws against sneaking into other peoples apartments and houses." Mums the word Mike." I could get you some good money for those tapes. You could have a second career as a porn star if you wanted." No thanks Mike. Do you think you got it all?" That I can't promise. They each have their own apartment and they each had a copy. I think I got it all, but I can't be sure. For all I know they might have a copy in a. Mum turned her attention back to Ann, “Would you like something a bit stronger?” she asked lifting up her empty wineglass.“I wouldn’t mind something, Wendy, but I don’t fancy queuing at the bar.”A glance towards the end of the room revealed what she was talking about. With the top table being vacated people had taken the opportunity to replenish their drinks and the crowd was three deep around the bar.“Ben, would you go to the bar for us?” asked mum, phrasing it as a request rather than a. “You take clips,” I explained, “that can be sections from one long file from one camera, or from different cameras covering the same scene from different angles, or from lots of different cameras and scenes that you put together to tell a story. You know how in a movie they show a hotel, then cut to a room and you know the room is in the hotel? And with plenty of footage, like kiteboarding, you can make lots of short videos from one trip.”“Oh, that’s so cool!” Christina was into it, and Angie.