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immature."
"Boys are like that."
"But they're cute. Sure. But not Shelton or Nash."
"Why not?"
"They're bossy. I mean, they're going to be enforcers, but they're bossy about stuff they shouldn't be. They're not supposed to do that."
I made a mental note to tell Portia about that.
"Well, I don't know how you get someone to ask you out. I never waited. If I wanted to go out, I asked. Let me think about it."
"Okay. Thanks."
I was getting really cold on from the ground.
"Ember, I'm really sorry, but the ground is cold. I'm freezing."
"Oh. Oh. I'm sorry. It feels good to me." She sat up. "You have to go in."
"Yes, I'm sorry. I'm having a nice time here with you."
She turned and pulled me upright, which was sweet.
"Are you going to bed? Or something? Could I hang out with you, just until Portia comes home?"
"I'd like that, honey."
* * * *
Later, much later, Portia and I lay together in bed, sweaty and spent. "You need more practice," I said.
"I do not."
"Oh yes," I said. "Lots and lots and lots of practice."
She laughed and kissed my head.
"Did you have a nice time with Ember?"
"Do you know her story?"
"Not really. Just that her mom took off."
"It's a horrible story!" I sighed. "It's been a very strange 24 hours."
Shortly after, I was asleep.
Settling In
Monday we woke, made love, worked out, then made love again while showing. At the gym. I was quite scandalized, but Portia was very determined.
I discovered I couldn't say 'no' to her. Well, I could, for a few minutes, but she could turn my 'no' into a 'yes'. And I would learn over the next few weeks that she would get better and better at turning my 'no' around.
"Time to decorate," she said after. "What color do you want?"
"If we're moving in the spring, does it matter?"
"Yes. That's six months away, and then we have to build the house. So yes, it matters. The room downstairs is too small for both of us for a home office, so we'll convert the second bedroom."
And so we picked some gentle colors, bought paint, and spent the day painting. We started in my new home office. Then we did our bedroom and started on the living room, but Portia said, "Monique will be here in a little while. We'll finish tomorrow."
She arrived at 3:30. We had changed out of our paint clothes and were cuddling on the couch when the bell rang, then a moment later, the door opened. "Zoe? Portia?"
"Come in, Monique."
She appeared a moment later carrying a computer bag. It was exactly the one I had recommended. She was lugging her tripod, too. It was also from amongst the ones I had recommended.
"Am I interrupting?"
"Nope," I said.
"I smell fresh paint!" She glared. "You didn't let me help."
"Sorry," Portia said. "It's just a few rooms. You can help when we build the house."
"Okay," she said, easily mollified. She sat down in one of the chairs.
"Well, what did she buy you?"
She opened the bag and showed me her equipment. Faith had gotten everything on the list under the 'basic kit'. It was perfect for what we would do.
"Okay, good. We'll use the tripod for some advanced techniques and when I let you borrow my really long lenses. I'll let you know. You can leave it home otherwise."
Portia had her camera, too, and so I had both of them take similar photographs. Then we moved to Portia's little office. We loaded her photos into her computer, and I went through basic editing.
"What about those videos where they totally Photoshop someone?"
"I don't do that much," I said. "But I can show you what I do. Let's start with some photos. Lets go back outside." I grabbed some of my special equipment, and we assembled with their cameras. "We need a subject. We'll start with Monique. Portia can photograph her, then we'll switch. Then I'll let the two of you work with me."
I had Portia take a bunch of photos. Then I pulled out some of my light reflectors.
"Portia, zoom out and photograph us both so you can see what I'm using and doing, then zoom in and take another dozen photos of
"Boys are like that."
"But they're cute. Sure. But not Shelton or Nash."
"Why not?"
"They're bossy. I mean, they're going to be enforcers, but they're bossy about stuff they shouldn't be. They're not supposed to do that."
I made a mental note to tell Portia about that.
"Well, I don't know how you get someone to ask you out. I never waited. If I wanted to go out, I asked. Let me think about it."
"Okay. Thanks."
I was getting really cold on from the ground.
"Ember, I'm really sorry, but the ground is cold. I'm freezing."
"Oh. Oh. I'm sorry. It feels good to me." She sat up. "You have to go in."
"Yes, I'm sorry. I'm having a nice time here with you."
She turned and pulled me upright, which was sweet.
"Are you going to bed? Or something? Could I hang out with you, just until Portia comes home?"
"I'd like that, honey."
* * * *
Later, much later, Portia and I lay together in bed, sweaty and spent. "You need more practice," I said.
"I do not."
"Oh yes," I said. "Lots and lots and lots of practice."
She laughed and kissed my head.
"Did you have a nice time with Ember?"
"Do you know her story?"
"Not really. Just that her mom took off."
"It's a horrible story!" I sighed. "It's been a very strange 24 hours."
Shortly after, I was asleep.
Settling In
Monday we woke, made love, worked out, then made love again while showing. At the gym. I was quite scandalized, but Portia was very determined.
I discovered I couldn't say 'no' to her. Well, I could, for a few minutes, but she could turn my 'no' into a 'yes'. And I would learn over the next few weeks that she would get better and better at turning my 'no' around.
"Time to decorate," she said after. "What color do you want?"
"If we're moving in the spring, does it matter?"
"Yes. That's six months away, and then we have to build the house. So yes, it matters. The room downstairs is too small for both of us for a home office, so we'll convert the second bedroom."
And so we picked some gentle colors, bought paint, and spent the day painting. We started in my new home office. Then we did our bedroom and started on the living room, but Portia said, "Monique will be here in a little while. We'll finish tomorrow."
She arrived at 3:30. We had changed out of our paint clothes and were cuddling on the couch when the bell rang, then a moment later, the door opened. "Zoe? Portia?"
"Come in, Monique."
She appeared a moment later carrying a computer bag. It was exactly the one I had recommended. She was lugging her tripod, too. It was also from amongst the ones I had recommended.
"Am I interrupting?"
"Nope," I said.
"I smell fresh paint!" She glared. "You didn't let me help."
"Sorry," Portia said. "It's just a few rooms. You can help when we build the house."
"Okay," she said, easily mollified. She sat down in one of the chairs.
"Well, what did she buy you?"
She opened the bag and showed me her equipment. Faith had gotten everything on the list under the 'basic kit'. It was perfect for what we would do.
"Okay, good. We'll use the tripod for some advanced techniques and when I let you borrow my really long lenses. I'll let you know. You can leave it home otherwise."
Portia had her camera, too, and so I had both of them take similar photographs. Then we moved to Portia's little office. We loaded her photos into her computer, and I went through basic editing.
"What about those videos where they totally Photoshop someone?"
"I don't do that much," I said. "But I can show you what I do. Let's start with some photos. Lets go back outside." I grabbed some of my special equipment, and we assembled with their cameras. "We need a subject. We'll start with Monique. Portia can photograph her, then we'll switch. Then I'll let the two of you work with me."
I had Portia take a bunch of photos. Then I pulled out some of my light reflectors.
"Portia, zoom out and photograph us both so you can see what I'm using and doing, then zoom in and take another dozen photos of
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