Tara was in the bath when I entered the bedroom, but the door was deliberately ajar, inviting me to walk in and visit. “Hey, Sweetheart,” I said a... I let myself in to wash up for bed. Tara was relaxing in the tub, with her outside leg bent at the knee, hiding her secret from my gaze. We talked about the day and the one coming up for a little while and I left her in privacy to get out and dry off in peace. Mr. Johnson was not happy.When I walked back into the bedroom I found Edwina already in. Today she settled on a pony tail. Her face was narrow and her cheeks freckled. Her eyes were the same colour as Kelser’s, hazel, and if she used enough makeup she could make them look sparkly and interesting, but she rarely used any eye makeup at all. She would dab on a bit of foundation to cover the freckles and some lipstick and eye shadow on a special occasion, but she had gift-kits from years back with the eyeliner and mascara untouched. Wait, didn’t mascara expire after a certain number of. Eventually after what seemed an age John put down the camera and joined the other two men in using the girl strapped to the bed. “I’m going to untie you now” said John softly into her ear, “but if you try to run before we’ve all finished with you then God fucking help you.” With that Isi felt the binds loosening around her ankles and wrists, felt the tingling sensation as the blood flow was allowed back to her hands and feet. The elder man, who she now knew as Peter lay next to her, his body. Much more liberating than being the partner or lover of a Famous actor or Singer. Granted she was not entirely perfect, her slight above average appetite for cocaine was a little discerning, but everyone has his demons and mine was between her legs leaking hot sweat onto the time magazine edition of Donald Trumps face Inaugurated as 45th President, how very fitting, I too was about to grab her by the pussy. I flipped her onto her back, a couple of waves from a larger ship crossed our path and I.