I mean ... oh, shit. This is just beautiful. You've captured Sally perfectly!"I looked over her shoulder and wasn't going to argue. What I had been ho...ing I'd see was exactly what I got—Sally in all her many moods. Now I just hoped my young model and her parents would agree, especially since I'd had the collage done as a sixteen-by-twenty-inch print instead of the eleven-by-fourteen they'd ordered. I thought back to that evening Beth and I had spent at the Fletchers' as they tried to figure out. Interesting.My conversation with Fi at her house had developed, for a while, exploring some of her needs and - at least on my part - my limits. Which went about as far as it could, given that we were due back at work in an hour or so, which is hardly an ideal opportunity to begin exploring the wilder aspects of human sexuality. So we chatted, really quite matter of factly, about some of her enduring fantasies - which were, I felt, helpfully detailed - and I tried to get my head around the. I grabbed my arm and told me to come with him. I refused, with a smile, telling him to cut it out. He didn’t listen. It was cold out there, but my fate was even colder and crueler. He pulled me into the woods, and I meekly followed, since he was a lot stronger than me. I had a boyfriend at the time. A nice fellow. He had a strange name, but that didn’t bother me. So when this guy began to kiss me, I pulled away and *told* him I had a boyfriend, even though he knew that. He looked at me with. They spoke briefly, breathlessly of the day, the celebration each had taken full joyous part in.For two magical hours earlier, Eve and Adam had sat together by prior arrangement for the celebration meal, thighs touching, absorbing each other’s warmth, stoking their mutual desires. They had touched under that trestle table, conscious of possible discovery, stroking, caressing, sending strings of tantalising tingles up spines as fingers felt bare or thinly-clad flesh. They even snatched hasty.