I read about a movement. Actualists. Originated there.”“I’m not familiar with them.”“Oh. They’re lovely. You have something I can write on...”Joe pulled out a notebook and a pen from his ubiquitous shoulder bag. Katrina couldn’t help looking inside. “A writer’s notebook,” she explained.“Go ahead,” he said.“What’s this?”“Notes. For the novel I’m working on. There’s poems in the back if you wish.”“Yes please.”She turned to the back and paged forward, figuring out which would be his latest. “Oh,”. It felt so good to be in the arms of a man even if it was a young black youth. Tyce pulled back from the kiss and grope of Debs married body, “turn around” he demanded, complying Deb turned and faced the wall.“Put your hands on the wall” was Tyce’s demand, again Deb Complied. Tyce moved in and moved her hair from her neck, he starting nibbling Debs neck, something that drives her crazy. Tyce’s hands roamed Debs body, loosening her blouse so her bra was exposed. Slowly he pushed forward Deb once. Louise, until that night, had never experienced any of the things that the three of them had done together. Kevin was overjoyed at the thought that he was going to marry a woman that would allow him to anything with her, or with anyone else he chose. The thought had made him erect once more."No," Louise said.Kevin was shocked; it was as if he was with another woman not the lustful slut she had been the night before."Why not?" Kevin whimpered."I just don't want to and that is final."With that. . . . . . ." The big man in the middle put his hand up and cut me off, "No no no, you don't need to spout these lies, we all know who you are, you are in some serious trouble now aren't you." He spoke perfect English. "We know you are not Celeste Moon, that your real name is Jemma Smith and that you are going to try to infiltrate our porn ring. Yes, I freely admit it, our porn ring! I dont care because you are about to become a key part of it my beautiful little blond spy! You have been checked.