“Nice,” said Cal, “now turn so both of you are looking at me-- keep hugging each other, and just put a hand on each other's hip there.”They di... as instructed, and turned so he could see both in profile, their firm tits each showing a hard nipple under the damp halter tops. Click, click, click, he snapped several shots of the two as they lightly touched each other.“Great, now let me move you around and I'll pose you a bit, and keep shooting, okay?” he asked as he stepped up and put a hand on. He swings out to pass.I get a glimpse of blue side panel, and then my Mustang is slewing to the side as the passing car slams into the side of it.Yeah, you see the movies where they bump back and forth and nothing happens. But the other car is big: an old Chrysler, I think.I don't have a whole lot of time to check. The Mustang's right tires hit the dirt at the side of the road and dig in, and then I'm hanging on as the whole car rears up on its right side. I see the world doing a somersault. I moved the screwdriver to the screw. I placed it in the slot. I didn't twist."Now I need a wrench." Again Linda complied. I was rewarded with another picture of perfect red-tipped mounds. This time I noticed she only had two buttons fastened at the bottom. Had they been that way when we started forward? Had she unfastened more when I wasn't looking? Was it the wind?I again pretended to do some repairs with the wrench. Did she know I was faking? The wind rose even higher, so I decided it was. Telling us yours?" "Tom. Tom, Son of Jim, Son of Joe, Son of Tim, Son of Biff, Son ofBob, Son of Buford, Son of Bo . . . ." "You don't say?" Snow White interrupted. "As you've alreadyfigured out, we're . . . (whooh, still out of breath!) . . . we're mermaids,and we'd love to do something for you." "For me?" "Yes," said Night Black. "But we'd need you to do somethingfirst." "Yes?" said Tom. "We'd need you to swear to let us go." "Well that's interesting," said Tom. "What would you do.