"I'm tired of anatomy by Braille, I wanna see what I'm doing." Alice tossed the sleeping bag cover back and rose to her knees.Her nude body glistened ...ith perspiration in the lantern's harsh light. Alice's cheeks, neck, and breasts glowed blush-red with sexual arousal, and her voice resonated with the husky accent of desire."Let's see what you've got there, Partner."I took Alice's extended hand as she helped me rise to my knees, and we become perfect mirror images of each other."Very. If you’ve ever seen the film ‘The French Lieutenant’s Woman’ you’ll be familiar with the Cobb at Lyme Regis, a costal town in South West England. It’s a pier type construction like a huge, wide wall, which shields the harbour and protects the town from rough seas. We’d had more than a few glasses of wine, so probably shouldn’t have been walking on top of the sloping uneven, slightly slippery stone surface. Especially in the dark, with waves crashing either side of us, several feet below.. I see you glance over at the movement and your eyes linger on my legs before you look me in the eye. “Don’t you have work to get done?” I ask playfully, grinning at me you go back to your work. “One down, one to go.” you inform me after finishing the first e-mail. Loosening the tie I let the robe top fall ever so slightly open, I see your eyes widen as you see the new lingerie I bought for your homecoming. Moving my hand up I trace the swell of my breasts watching your eyes follow the movement.. "Clete's eyes narrowed. "Did you get any pictures?"The reporter nodded. "You bet your ass, and they're some good ones too. Worth a fortune."The sheriff nodded. "Yeah, yeah, and I want copies of all of them. The council will want to see them. And Jim Devereaux."Rodney drew back, his face showing his shock. "These are mine. They belong to me. I have copyright." He clutched his camera tightly. "My livelihood depends on these photos. My story--"Clete's hand shot out and closed on the other man's.