I had the coffee beans ground. Diana and Alan were still in the living room, so I guessed that the idea was for me to brew the coffee and bring it in ...o them. While I waited for the water to boil so that I could pour it over the grounds, I looked through the portfolio of her newest photos. It was lying on the desk where we keep the phone and the mail. Diana’s new hobby was digital photography. She had a Canon SLR and took hundreds of pictures a week. Only a few of them did she take to the fancy. So, when I let her go, she rolled away from me and while still lying on the ground, she looked at me with a interesting smile on her face."So, how was it for you?" she asked me.I rolled with my eyes and asked her back, "What do you think?"She giggled and answered, "Okay, stupid question!"We looked in each other eyes and even her eyes were smiling it seemed."Who taught you to play with a girl's nipple like that, after sex?"I raised my eyebrows, and said, "Nobody, I just thought it would be nice. The one thing that didn't change was that I wasstill completely radiant, regardless of whatever changes I made. Then Itired of that, letting my former appearance return.But as I admired my reflection, I couldn't help but thinking thatsomething was missing. Not with my body, after all, it was completelyperfect. Then it dawned on me. I smiled to myself and with but a thought,I was suddenly wearing clothes again...barely. I had on a diaphanous pinksilk thing that came over my shoulders, barely. ”“I know what they are! What are you doing with them? That’s what I want to know!”“You know what I was doing with them, or you would not have asked!” I said in response. God, I was 16 years old, I was not a little girl anymore!“You mean, you have been using them?”I nodded, blushing in shame.Then she took me in her arms, holding me tight and running her fingers through my hair then kissing my forehead as I started to cry softly. “I admit, I was shocked, and also a little sad when I found them,.