"Excuse me ma'am," the chauffeur said, "if you need the car today, I'm available. Mr. McNarey wanted to drive the old Packard himself to town."

"Thanks, Jim, but I'm not going anywhere."

"Very good, ma'am."

Mona headed across the back lawn towards the guest house. She didn't know what made her glance back, but she did. Jim was smiling, watching the easy swing of her hips under the loose skirt. She smiled, making sure he saw it and then went on.

"Pictures. Do understand what I'm saying?" She held up her camera and pointed. "Pictures of you."

Kevin gave a short nod and put his carving knife down on the table beside his bed. He was wearing only a pair of swimming trunks. They were faded and one leg was torn almost to the waist. Mona sneaked hungry looks at the white flesh that was exposed. When Kevin bent to pick something off the floor, she could see the hard muscular curve of his right asscheek. What a lovely ass it was! She fingered her camera, setting the aperture for the dimly lit room.

"Nude photography is what I do," she smiled, acting nonchalant. "Nature photography is what you call it. It's like mother nature wanted. Pictures of everyone in their birthday suits!" She laughed and looked at Kevin. His reaction was a blank stare. She sat near him on the bed. It took all her willpower not to reach out and brush the lovely boy's shoulder. She kept looking at the crotch of those tight trunks, praying that Kevin wouldn't catch her.