I sighed in relief. Time to act out those fantasies. “Think the cast will turn out well?” “A beautiful model equals a beautiful sculpture. Alginate is a remarkable medium. It captures every detail, right down to your fingerprints if you do a hand cast.” “And my flaws?” “I took a pretty good look at you, Jenna, and I didn’t see anything I’d call a flaw,” he said. “Step six, removing the mold. It’ll pull a bit, okay?” Sliding his fingers along the edges of the cast, he tugged and tugged until it peeled off my body. There I stood, totally naked, my upper body glistening with oil. Free! Free! I stretched and flexed, blood rushing to my stiffened muscles. Justin carefully laid the cast on a piece of foam on the floor. I crouched next to him to examine the details, resisting the urge to throw him down and tear off his jeans. The alginate captured every feature, including the little mole on my left breast. “Perfection. I’ll do the plaster mold tomorrow.” Longingly, he looked at me, his gaze traveling from my legs to my breasts.
