” Mark slipped the straps from my shoulder and let the dress fall down to the floor. He stepped back from me and looked my body over. His eyes were ...rawn to my groin and I saw him smile as he looked at me, my stockings and suspender belt. My knickers may as well have been transparent for what they hid. Mark started to undress himself. It didn’t take him long to lose his shoes and socks. A very good move to take them off first, I thought, and removed my own heels in the process. Mark lost his. She was so like her mother, and painfully, so like her grandmother, small, slender, long dark hair, Asian in almost every way. But, she had those incredible blue eyes. She was almost startling to look at and she was his granddaughter. When he actually stopped to think about that his heart skipped a beat. Tracy, his daughter-in-law, stood, bisected by the frosted glass, and waved at him. She blew him a kiss, ‘Have fun Miya, you too Dad,’ and moved on. This afternoon was his. ‘Up to you Miya, we. People flock to the malls and leave libraries alone these days. I have not seen or heard another soul, and I allow myself to sink down onto the floor against the wall, my pile of books forgotten. I lose myself in the delicious words on the page. I read the model’s account of her seduction at the hands of the artist, “I felt his penis against my ass. He slipped his hands around my waist and lifted me up slightly so that he could penetrate me.” And as I read, I imagine the brush of his penis. After each trip, I take the video that I record out of the camera and place it in a hidden compartment that only me and my husband know about. Our 20th such trip is scheduled to end two days before we go on a family vacation to celebrate Anna's 20th birthday. Little did I know the profound consequences this would have. I leave the camera at home, telling Anna that we want to enjoy an electronics free vacation and surprisingly, she agrees. We enjoy a week of fun in the sun, and even though.