We weren't exactly looking at each other, but we certainly weren't looking away, if that makes any sense at all. Actually, that probably makes more se...se than anything I've said so far.I slipped off my briefs and tossed it onto the rest of my clothing as she unfastened her bra. Walking slowly toward the pool, I decided against a dive--it was probably no more than five feet deep. I waded in instead, then swam toward the waterfall--I wanted to see if there was anything behind it. Ducking through. Theodds are better if she gets your help." He grabbed my butt with his handout of camera view and squeezed.I lifted an eyebrow at that, but figured he was entitled. It would verylikely be his last chance, I hoped - mostly. He had been scoring a lotof points lately, and that butt squeeze hadn't felt half bad.I packed in as much sincerity mixed with feminine appeal as the vidphonecould handle. "Vlad if you can help me, then you need to do it now. I'mlosing my window for a good slingshot and I. "There is no evidence of an entanglement of feet," he insisted. "Miss Walsh does not mention any such thing."Then V-P made his move, demonstrating his outstanding skill as a barrister. "Of course," he mused, "Miss Walsh could be recalled, and asked specifically if feet were entangled, but I wouldn't want to put the sweet child through any further trauma by having to reappear in the courtroom." V-P continued, with a killer stroke. "I think we can leave it to the common sense of the jury to. "Right," said Karl, now in a somewhat bad mood, and expecting to work it off on a girl's arse and back, "Where is this new girl everyone is on about?"Jacqui was very pleased to hear that "everyone" was "on about" Sarah. The Geoffrey and Alf sessions had worked as planned."I'll ask Mistress Sarah if she will receive you," offered Jacqui, holding out her hand for more credits."How much will it cost me?" asked Karl, taking a fistful of money out of his overalls."All of it," came the unexpected.