<div class="floatright">(https://66.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_loalk244q91qljft7o1_400.jpg)</div>The house was huge. Like, palacial huge. When I pulled up on the drive, I saw the first dimensions but when Dani took me on a path that led around the house I got a better sense of how big the house was. The garden of the house was enormous as well and what they called the pool house, was probably bigger than my entire apartment. Somehow these two rather ordinary looking people had managed to live it large. Very very large.<br/><br/>The photographer was a bit of a surprise. I thought it would be a rather low key, private thing we were going to do and had I known this, I'd have brought some make up with me to finish the outfits. Dani's in particular required a bit of work and additional stuff. And then, to make me feel even more out of place in this setting, she casually dropped the bomb that she usually did naked shoots with this man.<br/><br/>What the fuck have I gotten myself into.<br/><br/>Funnily enough, the answer came from myself, quickly after the question.<br/><br/>Sex.<br/><br/>At least I got the goal straight. I was also thirsty and since I didn't have a ride home, if I even was going home tonight, I could have some alcohol. It was after all late afternoon.<br/><br/>"I'll have a beer if you have it? Also, I think we should get changed soon? Your outfit requires a bit of tinkering. Pun intended."<br/><br/>I wasn't sure if she got the pun but I sniggered at it, sounding way too dorky to have been in the army. And I just wanted to see her naked. Fuck I wanted to see her naked, a lot! Although, if I didn, I wasn't sure if we'd get into our outfits. At least not before midnight. I forced myself to get my mind out of the gutter and bit my lip, again, way too dorky to have been a badass soldier who helped liberate Iraq.<br/><br/>"Marlon's and mine are pretty straightforward. Do you have make up? If I had known you'd have hired a professional guy, I'd have taken my own stuff."