She sat just in my side on her bed to see photographs in my camera. She was so close to her bare breast was touching near my elbow. I was in a t-shirt...so I could feel her nipples and pressure on my skin. She also knew this but she was more comfortable than me. Maybe she wanted to make me comfortable also.Believe me, I am in this work for 8 years. But still feel uncomfortable always. That’s the reason most FTV photographers are aged person maybe. Well, she was happy with photos. Now next I told. I rubbed my fingers over my bare lips. They tingled but I liked it. I liked being clean and shaved.I turned off the water. There were towels on the rack, yesterday's but I managed. There was a hairbrush on the sink and I sat on the toilet while I stroked out my hair. I flushed when I stood up and finally looked in the mirror. The fog was peeling away from the edges but my face was still obscured. I picked an elastic out from the medicine cabinet and pulled my hair into a loose ponytail. I wiped. She was thinking off the fastest way to escape the talking crowds when she twisted her ankle, stumbling and teetering on the edge of the steps. ‘Shit!’ She blurted, her left hand pinwheeling almost comically. She would have taken a nasty fall, if a hand hadn’t shot out and grabbed her elbow, steadying her and turning her around carefully. She brushed her curly hair out of her dark round face and turned to face her rescuer. He gazed at her surprised face with serious light brown eyes, and then. "kickoff or receive? she asked." i want the ball first" i said she smiled and handed me a football. "I'll start from the 20 yard line" i said she grabbed my crotch. "whoa Valerie this is live TV we're on air people can see that we're-" she put her fingers to my lips ."hon i turned the cameras in the studio off no one can see us or hear us, first and ten here we go" she said taking the football out of my hand then leaning up and pressing her lips against mine. "Valerie Stup I think we should-" i.