Free Just Like a Woman by Madeleine Clark Page B

tripod and an orchestrated pose. So much better than just taking a snap with his pocket digital. The other girls were fooled or pretended to be, by his act of virtuousness and his charm. He’d never cared which, as long as they went along with it. When he suggested the photographs it was as if he had never done anything like it before. Each one believing they were special to him; he just happened to have his camera in his pocket; he just happened by chance to have the dress with him. Stupid fools, so easily fooled. Not like Becky. Becky was different. She knew what he wanted when she returned.
    Holding up the picture, he decided, it would have a special place. And then just for an instant wondered if he dared leave it on display. Looking at it every day and night might spoil it. He needed to treat himself. Besides what if someone else did manage to get into this room? It would be ruined if someone else saw it. She was his. No, he would put it in its own drawer, move the others elsewhere. Propping Becky up against the wall for a moment, he opened the top drawer and removed the contents. Shuffling through all the pictures the hardness returned to his groin; he took his time. Placing them on the table he spread them out, the few he had retained, the good ones. Laying Becky on the table alongside the other girls he saw none were as good as the one he had just completed. Studying Becky he wondered what it was she had? Something was different about her. He gathered up the others and put them all in a lower drawer with the experimental ones. Then very carefully and with reluctance he placed Becky in the top drawer alone. It was time to cleanse himself from all this. He needed a swim.
    Pulling himself out of the pool, Robert felt the rain fall hard on his body and stood for a few moments to enjoy it. Breathing in the cold wet air forever thankful he could afford to heat his pool all year round, as there were few things he enjoyed better than swimming naked in the rain. And Andy would be here soon.
    Walking slowly into the house he grabbed a towel and rubbed himself down; no need for a shower now, the pool and the rain had done all the cleansing he needed for the moment.
    He scrubbed dry his hair and ran his fingers through it. He was only spending the day with Andy, no need to bother, he would wait until this evening and then get togged up. Stephanie had given him strict instructions, again; be nice to her; be gentle with her; she was special. What the hell was so special about this girl? She was only a girl, she was not even that, she was a woman. Why be so gentle with her? But she wouldn’t tell him, he had to wait and see for himself, but he could hear the excitement in her voice down the phone. Stephanie was expecting great things here, she had even told him what to wear. Terry was supposed to be ironing his clothes now but as he pulled the towel off his head he saw her advancing through the kitchen.
    ‘What’s wrong?’
    She never bothered to hide her feelings.
    ‘Just had another phone call from the Becky creature!’
    ‘Oh for godsakes.’ He threw the towel on the floor, standing naked in front of her. Terry just looked him up and down. ‘What is it she wants? I made it clear it was only one night when she asked to see me the next night.’
    ‘Well perhaps she’d have understood, if you hadn’t then seen her the following two nights.’ Terry sighed and turned to walk away.
    ‘Oi! Where are you going?’ He yelled at her.
    ‘Back to the office. I’ve relayed the message, and have no desire to stand here arguing with a flaccid penis!’ She yelled back as she continued on her way slamming the door as she went. Picking up the towel he wished he could find a way to tame that dyke.
    Half an hour later, dressed in a t-shirt and shorts, he opened the door to Andy, a big smile looming on his face as he saw his friend.
    ‘I’m glad to see you.’ Grabbing his arm he pulled him into the kitchen where two mugs stood ready