"Rachel?"I looked up, he was looking at me again only I hadn't realized, I was too busy staring once again at the obvious bulge in his tight jeans."Oh.....sorry...I was just...shit!" Its okay, he replied laughing, they are tight jeans." I am so sorry, I don't know what came over me, I don't mean like that, well...shit!"He reached out and put his hand on my shoulder, it felt like I had been toughed by electricity. I was feeling so embarrassed.He looked me right in the eyes again, a smile on his. ”“I’m surprised that it wasn’t 40 Mary, I told you, you look amazing, and another benefit of exposing yourself like that Mary is that maybe one of those boys was at the party and saw you naked and decided that he wanted to eat your pussy again.”“Oh shit, I forgot about that, I tried to imagine that it was just you each time.”“Oh, so you like the idea of me eating your pussy over and over?”“It’s better than being eaten by strangers.”“Are you sure about that Mary, the anonymity of strangers means. Talia flushed, and looked down, ostensibly watching herself hook and unhook the nipple clamp as if that was the most interesting thing in the world. She remembered getting quite stoned a long time ago, and spending a long time watching herself in the mirror twirling and twirling her hair. She imagined she must look something like that, she thought, feeling herself getting tight and nervous as the waiter appeared, and began to speak. Finally, she looked up, sensing him watching her, and daringly. Paul studied the pictures for several minutes. They had a story, that much was clear. Paul looked at Amy, but said nothing. He knew that she would tell him when she was ready. He could wait. Amy and Paul walked around her neighborhood while Suzanne cleaned up. They held hands. Finally Amy was ready to talk about herself. ‘Paul, what do you think of those last portraits I showed you?’ ‘I don’t know. I never saw someone look that upset in a picture before.’ Amy paused. Finally she began ‘You.