This is just beautiful. You've captured Sally perfectly!"I looked over her shoulder and wasn't going to argue. What I had been hoping I'd see was exac...ly what I got—Sally in all her many moods. Now I just hoped my young model and her parents would agree, especially since I'd had the collage done as a sixteen-by-twenty-inch print instead of the eleven-by-fourteen they'd ordered. I thought back to that evening Beth and I had spent at the Fletchers' as they tried to figure out which pictures they. I thanked him saying that I would indeed be using his bank and I would open an account there with my next paycheck.I couldn't believe it. Jake had paid it off, that's not what we had talked about at all. I wanted to buy it; I had a good job that didn't require me to kill people on a daily basis. Yes, I was thankful and I was going to call him as soon as I had everything I wanted to say thought out.I headed down to Kurt, the wood worker, to pick up my new house sign. The next question was where. Been with a girl?" I filled her in and looked at the other woman. "How about you, Ingrid?"She turned to look at me, and said: "Never." Then her eyes locked with Audrey's, and her tongue started closing in on the entrance."There, you see," I told Audrey, who was biting her lip. "Nothing to fear." O-oh..." Audrey Hepburn moaned and closed her brown eyes as Ingrid Bergman's long, slithering tongue slipped inside her warm hole.Ingrid's nose was buried in the dark fur of Audrey's crotch, and she was. “Sounds wonderful,” she enthused.He poured her a generous dram, and presented it with a small jug of water.“What are you having?” she asked, noting another bottle on the table.“Old Pultney,” he said. “Highland. Most northern distillery, I think. Wick, near John o’Groats. Lovely smooth dram.”“I never knew you were a malt whisky expert. You were always a beer man.”“Still am, but I’ve grown to love malt whisky. Got quite a collection, like your mother. You?”“As you know, Mum was a single malt.