I looked ridiculous, like one of those guys in the amateur photos that you see in personal ads with the black bar across the eyes. You’ve got to be a professional if you want the shots to come out well while having sex. Salima, on the other hand, could have made the cover of Playboy. Karate kept her in shape; she didn’t have a gram of fat on her, but she wasn’t bony like Monica.Salima could kill you with her legs. From some of my facial expressions it looked like I was going to die right then and there. I was still wearing socks. I thought for a moment that the Ad Exec had taken the photos himself and that I had discovered another side to him. But then it dawned on me that the photos had to have been taken by someone else. The lens followed the two while they screwed, and judging from the quality of the images they had been taken from outside the window. The Ad Exec was also being trailed.It was kind of funny.It was time to go, and I couldn’t put the photos back where I’d found them.
