Having made my point, I let it drop."How's Greg?" I asked softly."Tired..." She stopped herself. "No! I mean, not like that." Why, Miss Nagi, I do bel...eve you're blushing!" John, I him. Leave him out of this."I raised my hands in a gesture of conciliation. I didn't want to fight with her."OK. Sorry. So, what's going on? Or can you tell me?" OK, just a little sarcasm, but can you blame me?Relieved to be on familiar ground, she pulled herself together."Rita told you I was making some special. Thomas hadn’t been with her for several days so hewent directly home, peeled off their clothes and, inspite of her urgings to just fuck her, dived for hercrotch. A few licks later he drove his love rod deepin her cunt, stopped, looked her square in the eyesand said, “You’ve just been fucked! The taste and feelis unmistakable.” Rita looked him square in the eyeand replied. “Finish what you started and then we needto talk.” The erotic charge of the situation. She was cute, and seemed conservative on the outside. You would never guess that was going on in her mind. 'Lucky husband', I thought.After dinner I suggested that we do something to seal the night.She loved to dance more than anything and there was a trendy new dance club a few doors down the street and so I challenged her to show me she was serious: a first act of her new womanhood.I had always wanted to go to a club, then have her come in after me and join me at the bar as though we were not. We searched in a few spots, trying to locate the next photo set. We found it only after Lara asked me what the most obvious place was that I could think of: the box where the rest of Trilogy was sleeping, under my bed, of course.Sure enough, there was a new trio of pictures sitting on top of the stack of mats. They were all rocks of some sort. We sat on my bed to inspect them.“Hey, look on the back,” Lara said, when I had raised the mat to scrutinize a detail in the light.I flipped the mat.