‘Any pointers? I don’t want to disappoint you.’ ‘Just be your sweet self. Try not to worry about making an impression and you’ll be fine. If...you feel shy you don’t have to speak. Just relax.’ Weirdly, my heart beat with the beat of Ravel’s Bolero in the taxi to Magda’s parents. Nervous, yes, but again, good nervous. Bolero’s is not a beat that accepts defeat. Cinnamon! Door opens, hello Magdadad, hello Magdamom! Met you before, old pals now. Her mother a bit of a big rodent today, bustling. The water was warm and felt good. Linda tried going back to sleep. Standing up.“No, no, no! No more sleep for you! It’s almost noon on a beautiful day. Time to get up and face the demons. Besides, I checked out the beach. Lot’s of sexy guys are out boob-trolling today,” the annoyingly cheerful voice told her. “We’re going to go check them out while pretending not to notice them. It’s a mating ritual, and we’re half the team. You’ll love it.”Slowly Linda’s traumatized brain began to function.. I clicked back to the Gallery folder and then into 'Images'. There were a few miscellaneous photos, but then I found some which were obviously amateur porn shots of various girls, some who I recognised as being past girlfriends. I scrolled through quickly, conscious that James could return at any moment and would no doubt wonder why I was going through his phone. I saw a few clothed shots of Jen on a recent night out, and then my heart jumped. I was staring at a topless photo of Jen. She had. When she calmed down, she turned her head and began kissing me. My lips, my chin, my cheek, my nose and my eyes, anywhere she could reach with her lips.“I fucking needed that like you would not believe!” she said, still giggling. “I thought my head was going to explode when I came, David. Jesus Christ, how the hell do you do that? I have never had a man make me so ... wanton, so slutty, so happy.” she said with a sigh, her whole body relaxing finally.“Would you believe it is because I love.