"I pocketed the money and grabbed the car keys and went out to the car. As well as my new camera, I had received three memory cards and two replacemen... batteries sets that should last me, I thought. I bibbed the horn after five minutes and at last she ran out of the house and jumped into the front passenger seat."Sorry," she said with a big smile, "couldn't decide what to bring."We drove for a while until we reached our family's favourite place. I had stopped on the way and picked up a six-pack. “Hiya,” I said, “I guess you enjoyed the view?”“Fuck me, mate. You bet I did. Shit. Is she your wife? What a hot fucking bit of stuff.”In an ideal world, I could have lived without the profanities, but I appreciated the sentiment. “Want to take it further?” I asked.“What you got in mind? Not that it matters. I’m up for it, whatever.”“Okay. Here’s the deal. I want you to fuck my wife. Only two conditions. One, you wear a condom, and two, I get to watch.”I’ve heard the expression about mouths. Almost in slow motion. But there was a lot of sliding and twisting after we were down. By the time we got ourselves untangled, I was clothed in mud and Jamie’s khakis and shoes were totally coated. Somehow the lantern was still working, laying on its side, and when we stopped to look at each other, we both burst out laughing at the absurdity of it all. The circulation had pretty much returned to my legs by then, and we finished our trek to the house hand in hand. By the time we got to the back. And I have a babysitting job,” Missy came out wearing a denim skirt that looked short on her long legs, a tank top and some modest heels. “Glad you’re okay, Mr. Childers. And did I hear somebody say something about spy cameras?”I started to tell her to call me Larry, but a glance at Chuck from the corner of my eye tells me that she’d been adjusted again.“We’ll see you soon,” I said, as Joanie threw on Chuck’s shirt and grabbed the SUV keys and led Missy out the door by the hand.“Don’t forget.