“But wouldn’t he say things like that just to encourage you to continue and maybe do more risqué photos?” I asked, beginning to sense where thi... was all headed. “Maybe,” she answered, “but I felt comfortable and safe, I liked him, and it paid well.” She paused for a few seconds, looked down at her coffee, and then continued her thought. “It also made me feel good inside.” The husband had some ideas for future photo sessions, and had two requests of Carol, should she wish to continue. First,. Being late night i had on a pair of lounge pants very thin glorified pajama bottoms and a sweat shirt; Being late night you can dress like this and nobody will notice or care at least that is what i thought. As i started to do my shopping i had noticed three other people in the store but really paid them no mind as i went up and down the first couple of aisles i caught a glimpse of the two women behind me but again it was a store so i paid it no attention. I then stopped over by the dairy case. She was a year older then me and my best friend knew her girlfriend from hockey. I think those two years we hang out together were one of the best of my youth. There was always some sexual tension of course, like daring to strip and drunken bravery. But nothing ever really happened. That was till the last summer we would be together. We all knew that things would change the moment we had to go different directions in our lives that autumn. I would go to university while the others would go to. He asked if she had some time to go out for some coffee.She didn’t even have to think about it and gladly accepted his offer. She followed him to a local coffee shop. She was excited to have some grown-up conversation. She found him to be very attractive and was keeping an open mind to the meeting.She pulled into the lot and her gentleman friend opened her car door.“The name is Pete Durkin. Who might you be?”“Nice to meet you, Pete. My name is Katherine Smith.”Pete took Katherine’s hand and.