I mean I try to er... be civil and all that and....”Adam tailed off. He was beginning to babble. Furiously he tried to think of something neutral to...say all too aware of the throbbing urgency making an exhibition of itself at the front of his shorts. “Er have you two been friends long?” he asked in what he hoped was a diversion onto safer ground.Susan grinned. “Oh we’ve known each other about two and a half years Adam but we’re not friends!”Adam blinked. “You’re not?”In response Susan glided. It was a sunny and warm in the studio, and soon Annalise began to sweat. She found it difficult to concentrate on the poses, surrounded as she was by such stunning beauty; she looked around from Janice to Ella, to a particularly lovely brown-haired specimen in the corner, and back to Serena, and lustful, wild thoughts ran through her head. She realized that she was soaking wet between the legs, and was glad she was wearing a dark color that would hopefully serve as camouflage.Annalise’s sex. We will come back later." "Nonsense Sara. Come in. You already know Headmaster Smith and John. Theother gentleman is our esteemed Governor of the State. Tell the girls to benice to him, he is the one that pays for their upkeep," all of them laughing. All eyes were on the three girls as they entered the room. Headmaster Smithwas anxious to see Sara, Michael already telling of her exploits since theorphanage. Grace and especially Claire were embarrassed by all the attention,the men not staring at. The place was laid out remarkably well. It actually seemed bigger on the inside. Mort walked around looking for a salesman or clerk. The place sold the weirdest stuff, videos, children's toys, some sort of inflatable goods. There was a long rack of costumes in one aisle, Playmate, French maid, even a little Cupid. He saw a stack of used books, some of them looking very old, on one shelf, with a couple of cameras next to them."I think you've looked around enough, Mort." came a friendly sounding.