May I look at it?”“Er, well, sure...”She is still being friendly, obviously hoping to strike up a conversation, and so agrees without thinking.I...use the excuse to approach her and, to her surprise I reach for her zipper.She freezes, but does not stop me at first. I note this, and continue to keep up a patter as I slowly lower the zipper down her front. “This looks great. I’ll bet it’s a good material. Does it have a nice lining, too?”At this point, we both know that I know that she’s not. As the door hinges creaked she lifted her head, knowing better than to hide and his shadowy form entered. He walked slowly around her, touching her “ears” and laughing lightly. Bending he placed a leash and collar around her neck and pulled, walking her around the room. On hands and knees she followed, the tail moving and shifting as she crawled. His voice was low and seemed far away as he talked, almost to himself.“Greedy little pig, you look all pink and shiny clean. I know better though.”. And lusted over, who wanted to expand her portfolio having spotted the much more frequent adverts, especially on day time shopping TV channels for the mature fuller figure. She had seen some of my work and had once asked me to take some photos to add to the on-line collection she used to illustrate her modelling talents and suitability for various publications.I’ve been an amateur photographer for a number of years. Most of my subjects have been inanimate things - buildings and landscapes ( the. When she looked confused he continued, ‘Because if the wind hadn’t blown your poem away, we never would have met.’ Her laugh again reached inside him and made him happy. They sat quietly drinking their wine both a little nervous about pleasing the other. David took her half-full wine glass and set it down beside his. He asked her to lie down on the thick rug in front of the fireplace. When she again hesitated he moved away from her. ‘What’s wrong? Am I moving too quickly?’ She looked away and.