She found his detail exciting and her curiosity got the better of her. Today she would set up the tripod. She had previously purchased an extremely fine white camisole just for him, much more revealing than the blue one, even dry.

When she finished her morning coffee she went to get the family’s digital camera, but it was gone! “Of course,” she reminded herself, “the boys took the camera! Damn!”

She thought of Kate and Frank, her next-door neighbors. They had all kinds of camera stuff. She got Kate on the phone. Kate said, “Sure, no problem,” and Cheryl walked over. Kate gave her a brand-new compact digital camera, connection cable and a few instructions.

Just as she was going out the door Kate asked, “Pictures for a CS buddy?”

Cheryl flushed bright red and stammered, providing the answer.

“Well, have fun,” Kate said with a smile. “Oh, and in that case, use the digital video feature, then edit them to individual photos. Quality’s not as good but fine for online, and sure beats posing for a timer.” Then Kate offered, “Hey, I’m not doing anything, why don’t you let me take them by our pool?”

Cheryl paused and looked back at Kate.

“With your body I’m sure we could help you come up with some really sexy shots,” Kate assured her. “I have a big bottle of Chablis in the refrigerator. It would be fun!”

“You’re serious?” Cheryl asked.

“Of course I’m serious, we’ll cause your buddy to spontaneously combust at his computer. Now go get your sexiest suit,” said Kate.

When Cheryl returned with her stuff, they went right to the pool and drank wine while Kate set up a tripod on which she mounted a digital video camera. She explained she’d be using a good camera, but the video would give more options. Cheryl looked around, assuring herself that the trees, shrubs and fence gave them complete privacy.

Cheryl was wearing a light blue Lycra suit that was cut so low in the back and so high on the legs that there was no more covering her butt than there would have been with a bikini. It was so tight it might as well have been sprayed onto her body. Kate had also changed into a swimsuit, a stylish black tank.

Using a fancy digital SLR camera, Kate took a few quick shots of Cheryl on a lounge chair in various poses. They then viewed them on the computer. Kate coached Cheryl on a couple of the poses. “See this one where you’re sitting up with your back arched and your legs out in front?” she said. “You look really hot, but next time bend one knee a little and just turn away from the camera so we won’t need to crop your face.”

In minutes they were back by the pool, Cheryl again in the lounge chair, Kate directing her through a series of poses as she snapped pictures continuously. “That’s it, stretch a little now, good, you look so hot, turn away a little more, good, now arch your back and tilt your head.”

After about 50 shots they took a break, talking and drinking Chablis from cold glasses beaded with moisture. It was hot. Cheryl’s skin was beaded with