The rhythm of her curves rise and fall gracefully as she extends her body. She luxuriates in her movement, savoring each stretch. She arches her back, brings her hands over her head, and smiles at me. A winsome smile, a secret smile, that melts my soul and heats my desire.
Her mouth, the full curve of her not-pouty lips, beckons me, and like metal to a magnet, I move towards them.
The echo of some sultry saxophone solo reverberates in my head, a soundtrack for my tour of the dichotomy of her body. I revel in her sweet, tangy perfume, relish the soft firmness of her muscle and it's silky skin covering. And just before I meld my body with hers, I look deeply into her eyes full of passion, full of wisdom.
She radiated from within, and enveloped me within her light as I enclosed her in my arms.
She moaned......I cried out...
"AAAAH! Shit!"
I felt the heat of my caffˇ latte special drip onto my thigh, and found myself staring at a full page picture of a hairy-chested, non-breasted, penile-sporting guy who looked an awful lot like -- Drew.
"What do you think?" asked Hugo, in a slightly amused but disgusted tone.
"Well, I can't say that I've ever seen Drew in this outfit before." I said. Hugo tried to stifle a laugh.
"Very funny."
"And so Drew did this because....." I started to ask.
"He did the pictures because his 'best friend' asked him so he could practice his camera technique." he replied sarcastically. Greg was so low on his shit list I really didn't know if he would ever recover.
"Greg??? Greg took these? They're not bad for a novice." I said, trying not to make it a huge deal.
Hugo lost it. "Fran! That's not the point! Greg promised Drew he wouldn't do anything with these pictures. And the next thing you know they show up here!"
I didn't think arguing Greg's case with Hugo would help, and frankly, I was a little perplexed by the whole thing. So, I went to the source -- of the pictures, that is.
"I swear, I didn't send those pictures!" cried Greg. "I swear!"
He was pathetic. Of course I believed him. "Then who??? Who would want to do that to Drew? Who knew?" I thought of Drew's stalker, and I got the willies thinking about someone lurking in the shadows during the session.
"I know who did it. There's no other way," he said finally. "Eric stole them. He must have sent them."
I listened to Greg's theory of Eric's motivations. Did my head turn around on my shoulders? Why would Eric do this to Eric... I mean Drew? I mean, what for? Eric didn't want Drew posing anyway! And then, why would he steal them?? Why'd Drew pose anyway?
I tried to pay attention. But eventually, I found myself drifting. Drifting back to something like a Mapplethorpe photo.
