Kissing my cheek. I once again extended my hand to Nikkie. Goodbye Nikkie. It was nice meeting you I said, smiling, she took my hand and laughed Like-...ise she said winking. That was it for me. She had stolen my heart, hidden it. And I would have to take hers in return. *********************************************************** Later that evening I had a text come through on my phone. I started to read the text, it said, Hey Tyler. Its Nikkie. I hope you dont mind me texting you. I got your. Many were famous. I recognized iconic photos by Edward Weston, Henri Cartier Bresson and Horst P. Horst. Over the mantlepiece in a gold leaf frame was Alfred Stieglitz's photo of "Georgia O'Keefe, Hand and Breasts" and a pair of E.J. Bellocq's brothel-portraits taken in the Storyville red-light district of New Orleans. Beyond Jillian's bed was a small alcove and the portraits I saw there pulled me in like a magnet. They were of Jillian. A few were contemporary. But in most, her hair and makeup. A Mercedes convertible pulled up in front of us, and a carbon copy of Lori bounded out of the car into the arms of Lori. The only difference (apart from clothes) was that Lori had slightly longer red hair.The girls kissed and hugged for a minute or so before Mona untangled herself from Lori and then launched herself at me. Her arms went around my neck drawing my face to hers to receive a full-on tongue filled passionate kiss. I hugged her close with my hands slipping down to grasp her firm ass. I love to dance so, after we placed our order; we got onto the dance floor and began dancing. The music was upbeat and I was having a blast with my husband. When a slow dance came around, I clung to him and I ground myself against him, letting him know how turned on I was for him. We kissed, one of those "Fuck me now!" kind of kissesWhen we returned to our booth, we found the food waiting. As we ate Jack said, "I have never seen you this fucking turned on ever. Is it this play that's got you so.