’Monica was a tall, beautiful, blue-eyed Nordic looking babe, whose hair and skin tone were close enough to Brad’s that sometimes they were teased...that they must be brother and sister.By the time Brad met Monica, she was working for an insurance company evaluating claims, sort of a ‘triage’ thing deciding whether the company should just pay or whether someone ought to look a little deeper into the claim for possible fraud.In truth, Monica was in better shape than most of the Hollywood wannabes.. Francesca came back in my direction with a breast stroke—how apt—circling behind me, one hand up on my shoulder, the other deftly undoing my top. I clutched it without thinking; a gentle insistence as she floated in front of me and pulled it free of my body. “Now don’t tell my sister about this or I’ll get murdered,” she chuckled, drifting back from me with the top still trailing in her hand. “Swim,” she urged finally, as if amused by the way I just drifted there, hands cupping my small tits.. As Desirée sat in a stuffed chair opposite, Liz was a shadowy silhouette against the glare of the sun through the window behind her."That's exactly what I am, Dezzy," Liz replied. "Exactly that. They're blaming me for what happened to Nancy." Liz lit a cigarette. "At least some people are, and one of them is Clete Anderson." Why, how can he blame you, Liz? You had nothing to do with it."Liz took two drags on her cigarette. "Not directly, no. But- "Desirée looked at her friend,. As soon as she turned around, she ordered me to undress. ‘What?’ Without another word she came over and unzipped my shorts and pulled them down... my genitals dropped out and then she pulled off my shirt. I was going to leave my shoes on but she wanted those off as well.“Take the socks off, too,” she said. “Now stand up on the riding mower with your right foot and this sawhorse with your left.” I had one bare foot on the grimy engine of the mower and the other on the dirty sawhorse and I had to.