“Mrs. Jones? I’m John. Your room is ready for you.“Is this my masseur? Lydia wondered as she followed John down the hall past several closed doo...s. The thought of this Ken-like god rubbing her body with oil had an appeal that made her blush in spite of herself. Lydia! She shook herself mentally. What had gotten into her today? Thoughts like that never crossed her mind. Ever. It must be the decadent atmosphere of the spa that was messing with her head.Luckily John stopped at a door bearing the. People came to see me on a reglar basis mainly my own family and friends but on one perticular occasion a friends mother came to see me which in its self was strange to me as i had only really met her a few times and then we hardly spoke when we did meet but she sat on the chair next to my bed and explained that my friend had asked her to come in and see me because he couldnt make it because he was working to much to come in and was worried about me.We started chating about nothing really just. ”My darling wife broke my heart that evening. I had barely walked through the door when she greeted me.“Honey, I need to talk to you about something important.”Beth steered me to my recliner. Sitting on the end table next to it was a glass with 3-fingers of bourbon. I was scared. Beth didn’t really like me drinking. I couldn’t imagine what was bad enough that she had poured me a large drink.“Go ahead, take a good swig before we talk.”Beth picked up her own glass and took a couple sips. She. Today, my subjects were two women, Jill and Susie, in their late twenties who wanted some erotic pictures for their own private collection. So, Jim, my assistant and I had been concentrating hard for the two hours or so, shifting lights, cameras and backdrops around to create the unique type of pictures upon which my reputation was founded. Yes, the work was quite physical and the studio lights did generate substantial heat but those factors were not the only source of my raised temperature..