– compared to a woman. Oh, that’s an old camera, not small digital.”
“Yes,” I agreed “old, but it still takes more beautiful photos I think.” The folders of photos of the girls were actually laid on the bed beside me, and Bo spotted them, asking if he could look as he sat demurely on the bed also, the folders between us. I also had the photos to show her, but not here in the car! Bo was weeping against my cheek as she burrowed her face down against me; I squeezed some soap into my hands and proceeded to lather her from shoulders down, scraping her back – drawing her attention to her own fingernail marks on my bum as a means of distraction, and she laughed and said she was sorry – and I gently smothered her breasts in soap. I took a beer from the fridge, gave Tuan a glass of water, and left her to it as I settled in the chair opposite, watching her.
