Whether or not I was really ready for a sexual encounter with my closest friend, the possibility of this happening was something I could clearly see c...oming, and yet curiously, did nothing to avert.As she motioned me over to join her in front of Jimmy's camera, surrounded by a nest of hot studio lights, I realized that agreeing to let my boyfriend shoot some nude pictures of me, weeks ago, had started out almost innocently; a private sexual indulgence between lovers, but which was now. Her head without a single hairexcept from eyebrows and eyelashes was perfect. I'm not an artist todefine why it was perfect but it was perfect at least for me. Ears andnose, cheekbones and chin and those big sparkling eyes and those'mmmmm...' kissable lips. And there was a smile and she was giggling. Nota grin and not a guffaw but the smile and the snicker. I turned to Willand whispered "Who's she?" and he said "Which one?" While I said "The baldone." Oh, baldy! Girls call her Monica." How. .It dawned on her right before she passed out. The nail in the coffin was the last words she heard..."Alright Andy, bring the truck around. She's out. Time to have some fun..."Bunny woke to the feeling of someone pulling her panties over her hips. She was groggy, not really "with it", and just let whoever was touching her do their thing. She tried opening her eyes, but everything was just blurry. She began to make sense of the sounds she was hearing. They were voices..."Yeah, but Lisa ain't. Charlotte was not apparently, one of these people. And despite his fury, by Christ he admired her for it. Charlotte plowed on, aware that David's face was trying unsuccessfully to hide an amused smile, but interpreting it to mean that he was contemptuous of her anger. This made her far angrier still. “How dare you pass judgment on my morals!” “I did no such thing!” “You called me a strumpet! Now that may be a word that Noah had on the Ark with him...but antiquated usage or not....I know.