It was a great meal with some wonderful vintage wines. Mike told all his stories (again). Cindy and Marie took their bras off in the car on the way home (without taking their shirts off of course). Tomorrow if Marie is in the mood I'll take some new romantic shots. I'm thinking the cool available north facing window light on her skin. Hair cascading down across her breasts. I know. I know. It's an old well worn theme and technique. What can I say. I am captivated by this woman. I'm a prisoner. I'm a driven man. And I can't fathom what she sees in me. And when I show her her photos, she does not believe this is how she really looks to others. She thinks the images are my imagination somehow...