I hugged her and we stood like that, waiting.The fear that's been lingering in the back of my mind since we arrived at this sleazy studio began to gro... rapidly now that we no longer had our modeling to occupy our minds.The cameramen circled us for a few minutes, getting more close-ups of our naked bodies. Then the man who unlocked the door for us and has been taking the stills on his large digital camera handed the camera to one of the men seated nearby. He stepped inside the circle of bright. Without looking directly at her, he paused for a moment taking a sip from his glass. The golden liquid single malt against his lips, and he immediately imagined her now moistening between her legs, delighting in the thought of how her sweet honey was soaking the lining of her panties as she sat swivelling, restlessly on the stool over by the kitchen, pretending to listen to the surrounding group chatter.It had been building up the whole evening, and now the tension was palpable. They both. As I raced out of the house and down the path, I realised I was acting a little strangely. Slowing down, I walked calmly to the letterbox, and opened it, not quite knowing what to expect. Inside was a small envelope. Plain white, sealed, with my name computer-printed on the front. I resisted the temptation to open it, put it in my robe pocket, and walked up the path, and into the house. Back in my room, I sat on the bed, and stared nervously at the envelope. Well, nervously, but with more than. I knew, or rather I guessed, that something had been played out outside theaeroplane that could have and might still, mean life or death for both me andVal and the rest of the crew but for the last fifteen minutes or so thingshad been quiet. We had been flying a relatively straight course without the violent rollercoasterlike twists and turns and dives and climbs that we had experienced earlier. I felt some relief for that but I also felt terribly alone. At least I did until I heard footsteps.