Collen's eyes glazed over as he was unable to peel them away from Daphne's body. His mouth opening and closing again, and again. "I'm still waiting.""Ahhhh.. S-Sure." Collen gulped and moved closer undoing the button on her pants, followed by the zipper moving very carefully, as if he was in a china shop and found himself surrounded by priceless breakables suddenly."Heeelp. I can't get them off." She groaned as she gave a horrible effort to sit up repeatedly, before flopping back down on the bed spread eagle."Alright, alright." Collen approached placing each hand on the waist band of her jeans and pausing while his eyes locked on Daphne's breasts. Although her eyes looked close Collen noticed a smile spreading over her face coincidentally after a few seconds of him staring. Although since pointing it out would be blatantly admitting to being incapable of looking away from her boobs, he definitely had no intention of calling her out for this.

Sometime after a rather... Exciting breakfast Collen, Daphne and Alison were picked up and taken to The Garden. "You have your own studio!?" Alison shrieked unable to contain the excitement in her voice. Any time she had previously been able to work generally the people had to rent out a studio space."We figured it was best to be a one stop shop. We have the models, the space, and we keep a photographer contracted to come any time he's needed, happily he's a professional. His only concern is making beautiful art. As he says you are his portrait." Evelyn smiled seeing Alison's reaction. "And before we began working with him, Collen actually was quite the photographer as well. He did all of the early work for The Garden.""Really?" Daphne asked unable to hide the surprise in her voice. "Hey I have some hidden talents too. Remember, Jack of all trades." Collen smiled waving his hand dismissively. Sure he had done some work as a photographer but

As the group proceeded down the boardwalk Collen could only shake his head in shame and look towards the ground as they were all probed by gazes of intrigue or disgust. And in all honesty Collen couldn't say he rightly blamed them for the looks entirely. Leading the way was Bernard, still with his pink cowboy hat, he wasn't wearing any kind of shirt or vest anymore for that matter. You could say he was wearing clothing... If it could truly be called that. Bernard was wearing a leopard print mankini, and his crocs. As if Bernard taking to the head of the pack wasn't enough to draw attention, Bernard was calling out to almost every good looking guy he passed. It was bringing an entirely new definition to the phrase cat calling."Please tell me we're close. I'm not sure how much more of this I can take." Daphne sighed embarrassed. It wasn't Bernard's sexuality that was driving her up the wall. But this was a kind of attention she didn't want to receive. She was use to having men

"Where the hell have you been!? You kept Ms. Constantine waiting! Useless girl." Nelson roared upon seeing Kendra step through the doors of the garden. After waiting for so long Evelyn was preparing to have him thrown out of the building when Kendra finally arrived."You know most people would kill for this kind of opportunity, and you walk in here an hour lat-" Although Evelyn didn't approve of the way Nelson was speaking to his niece, at this moment it was a family matter completely unrelated to The Garden. Therefore said nothing about Nelson, instead shifting her focus to Kendra, but as she looked up she saw an all to familiar face walking through the door next to Kendra. 'Why do I get the feeling I'm going to have a headache.' Evelyn was already beginning to get phantom pains for the headache to come."I'm sorry mate. It was my fault. I-""What? Who are you? Get away from my niece! Kendra what are you doing wasting your time with this nobody?""Uncle

Evelyn slowly looked up from her phone a malevolent smile on her face as she looked into Nelson's eyes, her own burning with hate. She had met plenty like him in her time. And there was nothing better then spitting on the people that are use to spitting on others. Evelyn turned her gaze looking back down to her paper and spent a few minutes finishing it in silence. Finally she looked up sliding the paper across the table to him."I hope this will meet your approval." Evelyn said smiling sadistically. Nelson never had met Evelyn before, nor did he have even the slightest grasp of her personality. He was quite certain he was untouchable. And more so was sure she was smiling due to a successful deal that both parties would profit greatly from. Nelson reached out for the paper smiling like a used car salesman unloading the hooptie that had been sitting on his lot and prepared to breakdown fifty miles later....The smile on his face instantly vanished upon reading t