“See here?” Kayly was pointing. “Now while I’ve got you here. Indian sex “Oh no. His wife apparently. Come in.” She gestured to the stairs and I walked up to the house, ahead of her. Again? The porn wasn’t helping, and when we came to the couples shots it got harder to resist. “Oh, you’re not uncomfortable working on this are you?”
I shook my head, lying on instinct. “It will take time though.” I was sure the businesslike facade I was presenting was as transparent as the windows ahead of me, but Kayly was, as always non-reactive. I still love film.”
All I could do was nod, I didn’t know what to say. Something about my silence must have registered with Kayly because she let out a gasp. . Kayly returned, leafing through her purse. Far away from home at college, in desperate need of money. . It was an odd turn of phrase I thought. EVERYTHING about that picture screamed sex to me, at me. Surely she couldn’t have mistaken that for an accident right? All the while a parade of smut passing before my eyes on the screen.
