A dirty little sinner—““It’s really not about that, Marion. It’s a book about personal liberation, about debunking hypocrisy, being yourself... living for the day—““Pah. We don’t need any more evil in the world. Or suffering.” She then added: “I really don’t know you at all, do I?”I then got a bit cross which I know I shouldn’t have and said, “Look Marion, you’ve been totally loyal to God and how has he rewarded you? A drunken violent bastard of a husband and a God who has selected you to not. I startedgetting moist just holding it.As I opened the zipper, I had a naughty, evil, sexy idea. After pulling afew things out of my lingerie drawer I slipped my white, terry cloth robeover my naked body and went back out in the living room.Seeing that I had not changed clothes, his face fell. "Is somethingwrong?" he asked."No, everything is fine," I answered."I thought you were going to slip into something more comfortable?" askedDrew."I will if you will," I said mischievously. The look of. The top of her chest was visible, the swell of her breasts apparent at the bottom of the screen. She was almost certainly topless. I couldn’t help but remember her perfect breasts, still the frequent object of my daydreams, round and full and breath-takingly firm.“I’m married...” I began. She simply stared back, her eyes piercing me. I knew that was just an excuse. It wasn’t false, but I was avoiding the truth. “But I ... I feel the same,” I confessed.She beamed. “What if you had the chance to. Meagan was dressed the same as when she had come home, except she had put on a hat which she pulled down over her eyes to keep from having to make eye contact with her mother. She was still rather embarrassed from what she had seen earlier in the day. "Meagan honey, can I talk to you about something." I don't want to talk about it. I know it's OK to paint nudes, but I just want to forget about it." Oh, that's fine dear, but what I really wanted to talk about was you doing some modeling for.