Beth 4Chapter 3
The next morning Sherry was right on time. I had my computer fired up with thumbnails of all her pictures already on the monitor. "Tommy, I know which picture I'd like for Steve, but, well it shows a little too much, too much you-know." I was pretty sure I knew which picture she was thinking of. When she pointed out which one she wanted it turned out I was right—the last shot we'd done. The one where the veil was pulled tight enough to show her nipple and the surrounding areola through...