And then... the afternoon ended. It seemed to flash out so quickly, a candle in the evening wind. Your daughter arrayed both you and Jane in a wide variety of compromising positions around and against each other. Snapping them up through her lens like a erotic image predator. But each one flew by so quickly and your new-found certainty that your scene companion was far more focused on the body behind the camera than either of those in front dissolved most of the left over tension. You found yourself pressed up against the pale skin of this self-doubting beauty again and again, and felt only more pity and admiration for...