Rich guests from their hotel rooms or beach cabins and sexual reinforcements coming down from Casa de Tanner. I wasn’t the only naked man, though mo...t preferred Hawaiian shirts and Bahama shorts. We’d take a long winding right and end up down at the Waterfront.“What about burgers at The Castle?”“If I get a whiff of dragonfire sauce I’ll throw up...” Olivia gave me the most pathetic frown. I nodded.“I had The Castle yesterday anyways,” I said without thinking. Olivia reached back and stroked my. As I wiped sleep from my eyes, I could feel the dampness of my panties. Sarah’s attention to me was still fresh in my mind. But it was even more than that: it was the first time I ever felt wanted. It was not the cheap feel that the boys were after – something only for their pleasure with nothing for me. All those times I was never asked to dance melted into history. My night with Sarah changed all that. She wanted me for what I was – and to make me happy, while expecting nothing from me. All. I must admit, the the thought of some stranger wanting to keep my pictures for their own enjoyment excited me too. A few years later, one hour photo development places opened and we would take our film to one of them. Several times, we found that they developed doubles, without our requesting them to. Since they only charged us for singles, we never complained. We also noticed that not every negative would have two pics. Now we knew that someone was definitely keeping copies of some of the. “What do you want me to do?” She refilled our glasses and spoke quietly, drawing finger diagrams of the restaurant on the table cloth. She indicated the whereabouts of the entrance to Marcus’s office and how the door off the hall, which connected the restaurant to the public bar area, had a long narrow hall behind it before opening into the spacious office he occupied. She continued to outline her intensions and ideas. I simply sat and took it all in, as best I could. I was too dumbfounded to.