Her strokes are absolutely regular, unfailingly smooth even though her deltoid muscles and triceps must be getting at least a little tired by now.When...she turns and starts doing the backstroke, I am done. The sight of her chest rising out of the water with every downward movement of her arms and glimpses of her knees, thighs and hips make me think more intensely of her doing other things while on her back, and it's getting too much. There are too many people around, able to see clearly with. My single glove rocked free behind me, and my still-collared head faced the floor. Another pulley from the corner of the ceiling was attached to the wrist area of my single glove, and the winch pulled my gloved arms and my upper body toward the wall. My knees bent and my arms twisted. I was now at a funny angle, with my eyes fixed on the floor behind me. My arms strained. Melba grabbed a belt and started to paddle my ass. I tried to scream by my gag muffled my cries. And cry I did, as my ass. If Monique wentback to school early my summer would end quickly. I was stuck at homefor one more year and needed to put some "direction in my sails" as myguidance councilor told me. Maybe culinary school would be an idea.When I came back to the front room Monique was getting ready to go. Itwas clear she was flustered but kept her own council. Veronica ignoredme again as we picked up our clothes and packed our belongings.Understanding a bit better, I tried to not let it bother me but it. As she pulled each item out of her bag I could already feel myself getting worked up. I excused myself and went to the bathroom to cool myself off. I splashed my face with water, took a deep breath, and went back to the studio. When I rounded the corner Lois was lying on the bed wearing a red see-through nighty. She was propped on her elbow lying on her side. My God! This is going to be difficult. If I could just get behind my camera it would be back to business and I’d be in the photographer.