So Uncle had asked the Old Bitch if she had heard any rumours about Mari. As Mother later said to me “It wasn’t my business to tell him what she�...d been up to” and had said nothing. Uncle went ahead and they married, and by all accounts were very happy.In the meantime I had come along and I was a toddler when I saw Mari for the first time. She loved kids and couldn’t wait to have her own, so she made a huge fuss of me, with cuddles and kisses galore. It was the first time I had ever experienced. Huh, this is so funny. Look at her expression! It is like she can’t decide whether she should like me or despise me. His eyes were still wondering up and down her body. He was painfully aware of the stereotype about fashion photographers and models. And yes, he did have some nice time with those girls, but the reality was a bit different. Those keen photographer’s eyes were seeing her in picture frames: her in the satin sheets, her against the wall, her... Man I'd like to make some photos. Her still firm breasts, standup nipples, and naturally light pubes, rarely needing trimming, would appeal to the generally older clientele, we were told.The next part of the interview sure was different. A naked young man, quite muscular and attractive, with a substantial club at his groin, entered the studio and was introduced by his “escort” name.The rest of us withdrew and I was required to watch on a video monitor, as he spent thirty minutes evaluating her sexual skills in a variety of. It felt so right, so perfect, so sensual, and yet so wrong. I wascommitting adultery with a man (woman?) I barely knew. Here I was in astrange house sharing my most intimate feelings with a person I met only24 hours previously."Mmm... your kisses are so sweet," he murmured as we parted. His eyesranged over me drinking all my curves.I looked into his deep brown eyes and felt elation overcome any doubts Imay have had. I was glad to be here, and glad to be wearing the outfit Iwas. The music.