What she was showing me was a handful of photographs taken of her and in almost every instance; her legs were in such a position as to show under her ...clothing. I chewed on the corner of my bottom lip for a while and then asked; “Kindly old uncle had a hobby?” “Yeah, you might say,” she answered. “I knew he took pictures all the time. I mean, a lot of them were normal. You know, regular cutsie smiley teenage pics, most of me and sometimes of me with my school friends… and then there were the. When I expressed my admiration at this she just smiled and said 'Have to. Mum and Dad have already paid the fees. Can't let them down.'We had agreed that when the time came we would part at the airport terminal door, with neither of us looking back as we walked away from each other. But I still sat in my car for a long time, staring into the haze which had swallowed her flight. God, I was going to miss her.I lifted the hand-piece of my workshop phone on that cold and wet July day. Having. " Probably not," Ranos said with a chuckle as he produced a key from hisbelt and unlocked a sturdy wooden door.Orina and Viora were ushered in and looked around as Ranos went aroundlighting up lamps around the room. Their night elven eyes could perceivethe room perfectly with just the faint moonlight, but the warm glow ofthe lanterns soon made that redundant. The room was just a singlecombined bedroom and study, with a large double bed covered in bluebedsheets and a writing desk situated by a. Watching her. Her back arches. Pressing the fabric of the blouse tighter against her body. Why? Something soft, slick moves across her neck. It feels so good. Her skin calling out for more. A stronger touch. It moves away. Then again across the exposed flesh above her breasts. Her body moves into the touch. Breasts swelling, trying to grasp more of the touch. Her head falls back, the caresses continue. Her hands move out to grasp. " No," I whisper. A murmured command soft and demanding. She.