“You can call me, Katherine,” she told the clerk. “I don’t much care for formalities.” The clerk punched a plastic card into the machine beh...ind the desk and then typed in her access code before handing the card back to her. She smiled, thanked him and grabbed her suitcase. She briefly looked in my direction and winked, then walked off towards the elevator. I looked at the clerk, who, like myself was watching her walk towards the elevator, her heels clicking on the marble floor as she sautéed. All the changes were smalland subtle, but they were what was needed. The photo was identical tothe original. It was impossible to tell if the virginal, fertile imageof blossoming womanhood was Rose or Paul.They all sighed in relief. They'd done it. Lilly and Rose had theirpicture! Now, they could move on to the simpler chore of photographingall of them in large and small groups.Rick had packed up his gear and was backing out of the driveway, asKeith, who had carried most of the gear from the. We got into my car and we just held each other tight and kissed deeper and deeper. I still remember that passionate kiss. I could sense every warm breath she was taking and that blood running faster through her nerves.We had to stop as the night wasn’t getting over soon for us. I drove to a hotel 5-10 mins away. We entered our room. I closed the door and suddenly she hugged me from the back. I turned and pushed her to the wall near the door and locked my lips on hers. We made out for few. If you are getting that regularly, even if he put out an extra effort for my benefit, you are one lucky woman. Don't get me wrong, he's still an asshole, but he certainly showed me a naked good time last night."Marie was at a loss for words for a moment. She turned to me (I shrugged), back to Annie (she sipped her coffee), and back to me. "Well, I'm glad you enjoyed it. Bob certainly seemed to. Yeah, he did make an extra effort for you, but then you know he still has issues from your divorce. I.