“Let me get this straight,” he said slowly and with emphasis. “You want me to take a picture of us,” he pointed his finger at her and then at himself, “the two of us doing what the girl… and, ah, your husband… are doing in these photographs.”

“Yes.”

He swallowed audibly, feeling the blood beginning to surge to and fro in his groin. “Everything?”

“Everything, Mister Shelton. Including, I believe the technical terms are ‘fellatio’ and ‘cunnilingus’.”

“Jesus,” he muttered softly, staring at that luscious body opposite him. Never before had there been such a wonderful crazy proposition offered him. Sweat was breaking out on his forehead, and he used the palm of his hand to wipe it away.

“Well? Will you do it… for an additional two hundred dollars?”

The private detective had wanted to blurt out that he would do it for nothing… would be happy to pay her! But he kept his mouth shut, sternly telling himself, “Don’t louse this up, Tod old boy. Let her take the lead.” He tried to look as if he were weighing the pros and cons of the situation. After a moment, he said, “That would be very satisfactory.”

“Fine, then. Go get your camera, come back and set it up in my husband’s bedroom.”

Ordinarily Shelton could have made the camera and tripod setup in less than a minute; however, he was so excited by what was about to happen that it took over five minutes and three trips back to the car before he had everything, including the remote snap cable,

The woman had disappeared following his last trip back to the bedroom, and now he could hear the shower running in the bathroom. He didn’t know what to do… whether to get his clothes off, or wait for instructions.

About three minutes later he heard the water die and the sound of a glass shower door snap open. He was staring out the window at the blue waters of the patio’s Olympic-sized swimming pool when he heard the voice behind him. “I have washed myself for you. Would you care to take a shower, also?”