You know, waves and birds, and that kind of thing?" You mean you didn't... I mean... did you... ?" Lynn faltered, confused, almost half-believing his ...ittle joke. Her hope was short- lived."... get a few shots of you? Yeah, as a matter of fact, I did. Only I couldn't see you too well, 'cause Harry's knee seemed to keep getting in the way. Still, I think you'll like 'em. They really make a statement. Very exciting photographs -- I, for one, really think they ought to be published."Lynn's blood. “I ... I could get used to this,” she giggled with a slightly embarrassed blush.“Look through your sacred writings,” I chuckled. “There’s often an interpretation that can be used to justify it being normal.”“There are, it’s just I was trained by the elders who held to traditional values ... ohhhh!” she finished with a moan as her first orgasm washed over her.“Well, the new you can have new values,” I replied as I picked up the pace, making her concentrate on the waves of pleasure rolling over. He continued, “I like your dolls I have many of my own” His name was Shawn (he lived a few streets over) I have seen him many times in the neighborhood and in school. He was a couple years behind me. He was always by himself and very meek and mild with a cute round fem face and slender body. He was wearing blue jeans, sneakers and a “t’ shirt. “You have dolls” I asked, he looking down said “yes but my dad does not like me to have them so I hide them and play with them when he is not home but. He sold the business when he turned eighteen and made a ton more from that." I said."So if he's so rich, why is he a fire fighter?" Jena asked."Cause he's that kind of guy, he's rich yeah, but he doesn't let that define him. He thinks he's just like anybody else wether they have money or not, and I think that him being a fire fighter keeps him grounded, it makes him feel like a normal guy, and that's what he wants, he wants to be a regular guy." I said."Wow, that's so so cool, I'll bet you keep.