More Eggs Benedict
Jackie cooks, marvelously, his capabilities as housemaid replete. I sit at the kitchen table sipping coffee. Facing Becky, for some reason catching glimpses of her charms as the oversized loose white robe flashes open is not as enticing as during my first overnight stay.
“You seem glum, Ryan. Or just a little tired after your big night date?” Becky’s observation coming as my eyes glue to the digital camera and sizable Carl Zeiss lens resting on the table within quick reach.
This time, no cell phone camera surreptitiously clicking while Jackie and I showered together, the resulting photos leading to extortion. No, last night my date with Jackie was explicitly photographed and videotaped.
Yes, my reluctance crumbled... my phobia vanquished... and all was recorded... a
