’ ‘Please, let me talk for a couple of minutes and it will be clear why both of you are here.’ Both women nodded. The waitress came and they ord...ered breakfast. As she walked away Kay stopped her and added toast and coffee to the order. Then she sat next to Matt. ‘First, the facts. In May we, Ann and I, attended a dinner dance at Yale. We danced and drank some champagne. Near midnight she offered me the chance to sleep with her and I accepted. I did not seduce you, did I Ann.’ ‘We both wanted it. Thoughts that made the paperwork less mundane, the hours fly and as for the forthcoming photo shoot, right then I could have kissed Dee, the images began to coalesce, imagination in over-drive as I scribbled out a story-board, then a check-list of what was needed. This shoot was going to be special, I knew the perfect model, my slave.Whilst Dee had scooted down the street to fetch us a late lunch I paused just long enough to make a phone call, then another, as a really evil thought formed, time. As much as I would have liked to delay the inevitable, the end of my week in Hawaii came on Wednesday. I checked out of the condo, drove to Kahului, where I boarded a Boeing 767 for the first leg of the journey home. The plane was only about a third full when we took off and I had hopes of being able to stretch out and catch up on some of the sleep I'd been missing.Alas, it was not to be. We landed at the Honolulu Airport on Oahu long enough to take on additional passengers for the mainland.. I snapped a few pictures anyway, if a particular skirt caught my fancy, or an unintended provocative pose did, but I wasn’t having much luck at all.Then I heard a voice behind me. “You the paparazzi or something?”I turned sharply. “No. I just do this for a hobby.” Then I found my breath being snatched from my chest. It was as if I was staring straight at Wanda, only a twenty years younger version, about my own age.Searching eyes appraised me. “’Cause you look like you’re paparazzi.”I felt.