[surferchick]

An old friend of mine use to love to take pictures. We both took pictures of each other but the greater percentage of them were of me. Quite a lopsided percentage. A lot of provocative poses, nothing really blatant. She was also a member of a book club that met once a week. I use to leave the house during these club get togethers. One time, I came home to find all of them sitting in a circle and passing around dozens of the pictures of me between them. I was shocked at first , but also rather aroused seeing the intent expressions and pleasure viewing them was giving to them. Apparently, my friend would leave stacks of prints out on the coffee table before they would come over with the idea of them being there to be enjoyed if they wished. I have always wondered how many were taken home by her friends. I asked her how many she would put out on the table and with a motion of her hand, it seemed a stack of about 4 inches. Its was a little un-nerving , but not a real big deal. Still, just the idea they are out there somewhere.