.. m-my girl... „Tessa was bouncing herself up and down now, almost frenziedly, determined to please that fat pig she had sent to. The thickly-girte... prick between her breasts revolted her but she had to deal with it. Fully.„You... ahhh... you know... what... I... hhhhaaahhh... I'm going to do... hhhaaahhhh... girlie... yes? I'm going to spunk all over your neck and face, girlie... hhhhaaahhhh... hhhhaaaahhhh... yes... that's what I'm going to do... „Grimly, Tessa worked on, whilst Quentin. She covered them with her left arm, which was a little like trying to cover a couple of cantaloupes with a twelve inch ruler.He turned back, waiting.“Would you put the covers on for me ... once I’m in bed?” She’d had to think of something to say, and that was the best thing she could come up with. She admitted to herself that she just didn’t want him to leave yet. She didn’t know what that meant, but she had to acknowledge it.He looked at her, and then tilted his head, as if he were examining. Dang it, too sharp!The lights faded in and we looked in the last tray. It was the picture of me lying on the edge of the stage, on the verge of sleep.“Not bad,” I said.“It’s rather boring, is it not?” she lamented.“Not your fault if your subject was completely out of it,” I said. “But the print quality looks good!”Muireann sniffed. “That much was fun, at least.”“Clip it up on the line. Then you can print another one if you want. I now pronounce you darkroom certified!”She laughed gently.. What a fool - no number and not even her name.I went home, did everything necessary and went a little early to the spot - with the idea to have a good caipirinha before she arrived. Sitting down I ordered and a tap on the shoulder signaled her arrival. She was already there - and I hadn't noticed her. She looked stunning - truly, and utterly stunning.Clearly she hadn't had time to go home and do this - so she must have come to the beach prepared. Not so slutty to make it obvious this was a date.