"These are the angles I am going to be shooting today Mason, one camera will be face on, I will have another portable one to get closer to the action,...you will see me moving around anyways so you can get an idea of where I am pointing. The lights have been set up so there hopefully will be no shadows, just be conscious of where you place your hands during. Try not and look at the camera either, it ruins the illusion. Any questions?"My mind raced trying to take this all in."What if I go soft?" I. Iwas told that I would have to deal with that from time to time.That first night, I met the 3 other girls that were living in the housefor the summer. Alex, Sandy and Becky were all just as beautiful as Ann.All 4 of them had just finished their first year in college and they fitthe image of college coeds to the T.Alex was the tallest of the group at 5'9" with long, deep brown hair andivory skin. She has legs that go on forever. Sandy also had brown hair,but hers was shoulder length. She was. “And do you know what the difference is?”I looked at him and shook my head.“I’m not sure I do, either. But I do know that the ones that lift themselves up decide to do so, and let nothing stand in their way. I see them as being the recipients of God’s grace, of being willing to embrace that grace, and let it power them through life.“Now you have a choice: the stars or the gutter. I’ve been watching you. You have greatness within you. You’ve had a rough life, but you’re still here, you’re alive,. In all honesty he was a good husband, she thought. For the most part he was thoughtful and considerate. He was certainly an adequate provider. Owner of a successful plumbing contracting business, he had purchased the more than modest home only three years ago. They might not be rich, but they were definitely upper middle class. No, she thought, she could never fault him for not providing for her.The sex could be better, she thought, much better. They, like all newly weds, screwed like minxes.