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My heart thumping madly.

"Cos I fancy you love, that's why," he growled. "You've always known that. And you're still the leggy blonde that drove me crazy all those years ago."

"When did you take these photographs?" I pressed, ignoring his cheeky response.

"Well let me see," he said stroking his unshaven face. "This one of you in a bikini, I took of you in your garden when I was buying an old fridge from the lady next door. You looked so delectable and I was going to ask permission but you were having a bit of a snooze on that sun lounge...and this upskirt one was when I caught you climbing up the stairs at the railway station last month. She's showing a nice bit of leg there, I thought."

"The other one, I took of you walking around town. Nice little collection isn't it?"

"And what about this one?" I said pointing distastefully at the latest one.

"Ah yes, well, I don't know whether I should..."

"You bought it from my son, didn't you?"

"I must confess that I did. The young whippersnapper drove a hard bargain, I must say"

"I want to buy it back," I said firmly.

"Ah that would be a problem, love, cos actually, I don't want to sell it."

"I'll pay you more than you paid for it...how about __50?"

"No" he said firmly

"I must have that photograph" I said desperately. "It's... It's ...obscene."

"You mean it shows your little tushy," he laughed, "but that's what makes it so special and why I won't part with it."

Then he put his hands round my waist and pulled me close. I got feel a hard bulge pressing into me through my skirt. "Of course I'd really like to get my hands on the real thing," he breathed into my ear, "but, a photograph is better than nothing."

A little shiver ran through me as I struggled to break free.

"Mr Creasey," I spluttered, "how dare you make such remarks to me? I thought as a gentleman you would do the decent thing and give it back to me. Obviously, I had no knowledge of the photograph or of my son's sale of it to you. He knows I am so angry at what he has done."

Creasey stood stroking his chin for a while and frowned.

"What's all this Mr. Creasey business, by the way: Its Tommy, remember? ...we used to go out together. A long time ago, I know, but still..."

I turned my head away and bit my lip. I didn't want to go there...not now.

"O.K." he continued frostily, "you can have it back, providing I can take a snap of you before you go. I've got my camera in the drawer here somewhere."

I was pleased that he had changed his mind, but, wary of the sort of photograph of me he wanted to take.

"You really must stop this business of taking photos of me," I said to him, "it's positively unhealthy and besides I object to it in the strongest terms. I don't know what my husband would say if he knew what you do. I have a good mind to tell him anyway."

He chuckled as he watched me with his arms folded and leaning against the wall. "Same old Laura eh, you haven't changed a bit...still walking around with your nose in the air and looking down on the likes of me."

"That's not true," I retorted angrily, but, deep down, I knew there was something in what he said.

"Anyway, do you want the photograph or not?" He asked, "Because, if you do you will have to let me take one in return. That's my terms, take it or leave it."

"What sort of photograph would you want," I asked warily.

"Just stand here in the lounge and pose for me, maybe show a little leg?"

He saw the angry look on my face and played a trump card. "If I keep that photograph of you, I thought I would take some copies and pass it around that posh golf club where you and your husband are members. Maybe put it up for sale at their next charity auction."

His threat hit me between the eyes, if I didn't co-operate the evil man was going to blackmail me.

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