‘That and a whole lot more babe.’ He almost jumped from the chair to the bed and bent his head to kiss her gently. ‘How long you been awake?’ ...��I been drifting in and out for a while. How long has it been since…?’ She stopped and swallowed hard. ‘Since he died?’ ‘Three weeks, doctors think you went into some kind of shock. You were pretty beat up, and all…’ He still felt anger over the bruises and abuse she had suffered at Max’s hands. ‘Its’ all over and done with, as far as the FBI and everyone. During dinner we ate and drank and chatted and I asked him if he enjoyed his appitizer and he said Greatly and he poured me some more wine as I drank I started feeling a little tippsy funny and hesaid you feeling ok and I spoke but was not hearing any words and he asked if I was ready and I tried to answer and he said I know you really enjoyed your self last time you were here and I decided to do a few things to get you here and make you more responsive to different things and he said he. The photographer watched as Helen leant back and crossed her legs, albeitslowly, to reveal her stocking clad legs and her satin panties. He lookeddown, fiddling with his camera, before he looked up and asked her tostraddle the chair for him. Helen wasn't sure what he meant, until hereminded her about those Christine Keeler photos. She spun the chairaround and straddled the chair, forcing her satin enwrapped groin into theopen. She sat revealed, her stocking tops and garter exposed to his. We sit like this for a while, talking, and her legs move apart slightly, allowing you an inticing view. As you glance down you notice the closeness between she and I, my erect nipples, her fingers tracing patterns on my skin, and it sends your mind on an adven​ture. I take your hand and move it to my knee, brushing my fingers over yours, as she takes an ice cube from her drink to clean a spot on her dress, lifting her skirt just enough to leave both of us wanting more. Our eyes dart back up,.