Her commentary had continued throughout. “You want to start like this, like the first pose before, but this time with the knee not quite so lowered,...so that your hairs are prominent at the join of your thighs. The contrast between the skin and the hair is striking, even a little hair, and the less you cover the hair with your thigh the more sexual you seem to the viewer…Now, that pose is what you make before or after making love, and what you are doing is showing yourself as the viewer wishes. We'd had birth announcements printed with only the time, date and weight left blank and I studiously filled them out and put them in the handwritten envelopes Lee had done (she'd felt printed would be tacky, and my own hand was a semi-legible scrawl). I set them to go out in the next morning's mail.And now the world would know that John Wentworth Carstairs was among us, with an unlimited future before him.Richard was one of those who'd get the announcement; I couldn't talk about little Johnnie. Arriving at the airport I picked up a rental car and headed to the hotel. I checked in and went to the room and noticed it was a large suite but still didn’t think a whole lot about it. I changed clothes thinking I would go down to the buffet for dinner and go to the pool or hot tub afterwards. Just as I sat down at my table two of my co-workers showed up and sat down too. for about ten minutes as they scrambled to make up a story why they were there to a third co-worker showed up and another. My favourite. Is Belgium where you come from?” “Well, no…” Qafira began, but with no chance to answer fully before she was similarly greeted by Fanny’s mother, who was, if anything, dressed even more scantily than her daughter. At least the nipples were hidden, although the thighs were on full display and the stomach swelled out, with the stud in her navel on very prominent view. “So, you’re Qafira?” remarked Fanny’s mother. “You really are very thin! You must eat more, my dear. It hurts me.