"I took a sip of my drink and looked at them. I was remembering our first meeting on Friday morning when Kent came to my door intent on blackmailing m... into sex.Kent and Sandra looked at each other and blushed. Sandra said, "I know what you're thinking. What happened to the vile blackmailers that took advantage of you on Friday? I'm afraid that was my idea. I guess we got carried away with our fantasies. You're so beautiful, so sexy. We watched you out here for hours and we wanted you so. One who is willing to allow herself to be painted in the nude." In the nude? Well that settles that then. Believe it or not, I don't do nudes either." Hear me out," CJ said sounding a little exasperated. "She'll be nude yes, but no one will know that for absolute sure when your done. The idea is, you paint a landscape over her entire body, or at least portions of it that we can then use. An enticement for a tropical island get away. Paradise as both represented by the beautiful woman lying. To be honest I was a bit of a Hermione when I met him and he really brought me out of myself with his BIG heart and his MASSIVE generosity and his HUGE swelling pride when he scored a try on the rugby pitch. Everything about him from tip to toe is just so... SUBSTANTIAL. Maybe that's why I promised him we'd stay together when I left. Okay, he's, how shall I put it, not the bookish type, but he has other very impressive athletic attributes. No finesse or imagination, per se, no self-awareness or. And I thought, "Oh God, I think she's upstairs masturbating." I was so fucking turned on (I'd caught her in the past, I'd watched her, and with the history we'd had since we started having sex, it wasn't anything I hadn't wanted to watch). Little did I know I was nowhere even near close to the truth.As I walked up the stairs I heard Ashley's voice again. "Oh God. Oh. Oh. Oh. God. I don't think I've, Oh. God. I've never, Oh God. I've never had it, Oh God. I'm I'm I'm" and I realized that she was.