The next morning, she awoke and wondered where she was. Then reality came flooding back and she looked at her wrist. It was nearly eight, and her eyes...shot wide open as she sat upright and pushed herself off the bed. When she entered the kitchen, Sean was standing at the refrigerator, staring in and rummaging around. He was dressed the same as when she’d seen him last night. My God, she thought, he hasn’t been to bed. He turned and looked at her briefly, then looked back into the refrigerator.. I couldn’t wait to develop the rolls of film.I had taken some shots, some close shots of her tight little ass that wouldremain in my private collection long after I leave this island paradise.When I got up to my shelter for the night, there appeared to be a note onthe door. I got closer and took it off, trying to read it in the littlelight that was left. It was short, and read “Please come to my bungalow, I’ve got a few more ideas for some pictures. Bring your camera. B.”“Damn,” I thought.. Everything was professional.As the appointment went on Gina began to relax. She thought to herself,"Maybe I over reacted."Murcer looked at his watch. "We got a lot accomplished today. I guesswe should call it a day."Both Gina and Murcer got up to leave. Gina reached out her hand to thankhim for his time. Murcer took her hand. "My pleasure. Listen I am notdoing anything tonight, what do you say we get some dinner?"Gina froze. The afternoon went better than expected, and she didn't wantto. The baby mercifully slept through the night as well. We made love to each other every night that week, and every day we spent time watching our darling daughter grow. I should have known that something was going to creep up on us, to spoil our domestic tranquility, and sure enough, the following week, something did. The phone rang. It was my mother. ‘How’s the baby?’ ‘She’s doing good. So am I, thanks for asking.’ ‘Still shakin’ up with that lesbian?’ ‘Mom!’ ‘All right, all right. Are you still.