Swimsuit.  Crap, I was afraid of that, he thought.  And really, whoever photographed towels other than the folded kind?  Paul noticed she had a tendency to throw in an<i>I’m teasing</i>following whatever she might have said prior to it.  In his mind, this tactic usually meant she was serious with what it was she initially said.<br/><br/>What the hell?  He was game if she was.  After all, he was doing the easy part.  Hoping he wouldn’t regret this<i>too</i>much, he stated, “Just tell me where you’d like to pose, with whatever backdrop you had in mind.”<br/><br/>His swim trunks having long since dried, Paul slid his cargo shorts over them.  He fished out his camera from one of the pockets, but decided he didn’t need the zoom lens.  It’s not like Charlette was gonna be a hundred yards or more away; only a few feet would be separating them.  Also, the camera model he brought had a built-in zoom, though he still doubted he’d ever need it.