Ann owned a nice little red convertible VW Bug, which was, of course, parked conveniently in the garage below our trysting spot. Our deal had been that although within the walls of that garage apartment Ann would treat me like the most intimate lover and sexual master, once outside in the world we would behave as we always had – as strangers.

I decided to change that, at least partly.

I was taking the pictures she had promised to pose for:

Click – Ann standing at the window, demure, pretty, and completely nude.

A profile shot, accentuating her perfect breasts and the downy quality of her pubic hair.

Click – Ann reclining on the sofa, pinup style, a smile on her face.

Click – Ann on her knees on the bed, her index finger perched in her mouth, a teasing, questioning look on her face.

"Ann," I said, thinking about what shot I wanted to take next. "What would you say to a little drive around town?"

"I'd prefer to put my clothes back on first," she said, wryly. She was still kneeling on the bed, waiting for me to give her another pose suggestion.

"Of course, of course. I just feel like getting out of here for a while once we use up this roll." I looked her straight in the eye, but she seemed to have no reaction to this obvious breach of contract.