3 comments/ 18508 views/ 17 favorites Shirley Flashes in a Pub By: MrPovey "You're a pervert then," said Shirley, "You wanting me to flash and let other blokes touch me up, and fantasising about me being screwed by them, makes you a pervert." "Well that means me and about 50% of the male population then, because it's one of the biggest male fantasies." I said a bit defensively. "Look; when we go out you get dressed up so you look great, yes? I see other blokes looking at you and I don't think they are wondering where you bought your dress from. I know, because I am a bloke, that they are thinking, 'She's fit I'd like to shag her!' and that, my darling wife gives me a hard on, so if that makes me a perv', then I am!" "So, me flirting with other blokes and letting them get a flash of tit or a quick look at my knickers is not going to end up with a jealous row? And you actually like it?" she asked for confirmation. "Spot on, I don't ever think about doing stuff that ends our relationship, my fantasies are basically you getting your rocks off, me getting my rocks off and some lucky Bastards doing the same, knowing that we are ultimately going to screw like rabbits because of it." I was really trying to sound like I knew what I was talking about but this was deep water for me. I knew I couldn't just blurt out 'I like the idea of watching you being fucked,' but, at the end of the day that was the case. We sat in a thoughtful silence for a moment or two before Shirley came back with "I still think that you are a pervert." "OK," I said, "So you have never ever thought that you would like to take a length off one of the guys in the office, or wondered if some bloke at work was looking at your tits in a tight shirt, never wondered if the blokes make sexual remarks about you when you leave the office?" "I'm not saying that , I'm just saying it seems a bit, well I don't know." and she went quiet for a while. "I have to admit I like the idea of men finding me attractive but I never thought you would be happy about it." She said finally. I thought I'd leave it there for now and anyway we had finished on a pretty positive note. She hadn't told me to bugger off. At the end of the week we both got back from work and Shirley asked what we were doing for the weekend, I suggested a few drinks in a local pub and a meal after, if we fancied it. We hadn't touched on our earlier discussion at all. "Where shall we go" asked Shirley, adding "I'll want know what to wear." I just looked at her because this led back to me being a pervert, I cocked my head on one side. "Something short, something tight, something floaty; lots of cleavage, high heels" I raised both hands in the palms up 'what did you expect?' gesture. "OK." She said with no argument, and disappeared into the bathroom to shower and dress. I shaved while she showered, I scraped a few hours growth off my face and watched her in the mirror as she soaped her body, hands lathering her tits, possibly a bit more than needed, and foaming the hair on her bush. "Need any help with that? I asked, but didn't get an answer. I dressed pretty quickly and sat down for the inevitable wait till Shirley was ready. When she came into the living room she had on a white flared halter neck dress tied at the back, meaning bare shoulders and back - no bra. Yep no bra. A good 3 inches of leg above the knee showing. and white high heeled shoes. She gave me a twirl as usual and her flared dress spun upward easily to reveal hold up stockings, when she came to a stop she lifted the hem of the dress on one leg till I could see her knickers. White and lacy. "Happy? Pervert." she asked. I was too busy containing an erection to say anything much, I blew the dramatic silent whistle meaning 'holy shit.' She understood that. At 44 she really looked at her peak, 34c tits, great figure. As I got up to get my car keys she slipped on a rain coat, tan coloured, with a tie up belt. She didn't fix the buttons, just pulled it around her and loosely knotted the belt. It was the same length as the dress. She pulled the collar up around her bobbed ash blonde hair. Moving over to the sofa she made an issue of bending over to pick up her shoulder bag, no lady like knee bending just a straight from the waist, bad for your back, bend, and I got a fair eyeful of her stocking tops. "I don't remember the dress or the coat," I Said, which normally would have been received with some comment about them being ages old. But this evening she looked knowingly at me and said, "That's because I bought them today; for this evening" When we got to the pub, Shirley was a little bit fidgety in the car. "OK?" I asked. "OK." She answered straight away, no hesitation. So we got out and walked across the car park, I was a bit behind her as I'd stopped to lock the car, "Very, very nice!" I said, watching her walk ahead. She looked over her shoulder at me with no comment. When we got to the pub door we both stopped, Shirley turned towards me and I gave her a looking up and down, enjoying the view. "Off you go first, get up to the bar, buy yourself a drink and I'll follow in a minute." She was about to protest so I cut her short, tightening her belt a little for her, "No one is going to show any obvious interest if you have a bloke draped over you." She thought about it for a minute. "OK." But don't be too long. She went into the pub and I left it no more than 30 seconds before following her in, just to make it look as if we weren't together. She walked to the bar, an old couple were just taking their drinks back to their seat. A couple of guys were at the far end on stools. A group of younger guys, late twenties - early thirties, were standing together at the other end of the bar. They were noisier than everyone else, looked like rugby types. One even had a few plasters. I guessed they had been playing at the local amateur club and come in for a post match beer. Shirley stood between the two groups at the bar and ordered a glass of wine. The two guys at the end of the bar enjoying their pint in silence seemed not to see her, the rugby guys still a bit noisy checked her out. Highest level of interest was in the length of her raincoat and therefore her legs, but she wasn't moving much and apart from a few casual glances they rather gave up trying. This wasn't how I expected things. I took my phone out of my pocket and texted her. ' Take your coat off, walk past these blokes, hang it up before going back to your bar stool'...send. Shirley's phone bleeped to tell her she had a text, she took the phone from her raincoat pocket and read it. She nodded, looked up to see where I was sitting. Dropping her phone into her bag she undid the belt of her coat, shrugging her shoulders and the coat started to fall back, she shook her shoulders till it was free of her arms. Her braless tits were pressing forward in her halter neck as she held her arms behind her to catch the coat. The noise level from the rugby boys dropped to a near silence. Two of them had their back to her the other three were facing her at the other side of the group. The third in line lifted his pint to his mouth and as his elbow bent he gave one of the two without a view a bump and nodded towards Shirley. He turned immediately and his mate turned to see what he was looking at. The five of them took in the scenery as she made her way past the guys to the coat rail. The guys automatically checked her out as she past and repositioned a little when she stopped to hang up her coat. Shirley is 5 foot tall and the world is designed for people around 6 inches taller. She stretched up to hang her coat and the hem of her dress moved up her legs. The five guys stood, now totally silent, watching. She wasn't successful and looked for the hanging loop on her coat before trying again, she stretched up again and her dress moved higher still till the top of her stockings just showed. She eased up onto her toe to reach the coat hook and her dress eased further up. The guys had stopped drinking now. Her shoulders and back naked and as she stretched, just a hint of side tit in her halter neck. A red and green tattoo on her right shoulder blade of two cherries linked together moved as she reached up. One of the five moved across behind her and stretched his arm over her to grasp her coat, "Would you like me to put it up?" he asked and she looked up at him smiling. "Thanks, that would be nice." Maybe he did mean the coat. He moved aside and she raised her hands to her neck to check the ties on the halter, both tits moved up under the soft material as she did. She started to walk back to her stool but the guys had spread themselves out in a roughish circle and she had to move through the middle of them to get back to her drink. As she moved through the group one said, "Nice cherries." She rolled her head sideways and again said, "Thank you." She glanced over to me. I was busy looking like I was a sad git deeply interested in my mobile, which in fact I was, as I watched the action on the screen while the camcorder ran. I texted her again, "While you are getting your phone out of your bag all of these blokes are looking up your skirt at your arse." She got back to her stool and her mobile bleeped, she bent over to her bag and retrieved it, read the text and tried to suppress a laugh. "Problems?" said one of the blokes. "Well, I was waiting for a friend to come over for a drink but she's texted to say something's come up and she won't make it. So ..." she started reversing onto her bar stool and made a pretence of not being able to quite get her bum up onto it, making her dress ride up at the side flashing some thigh. "So I guess I'll be heading home." She struggled up onto the stool and a good view of her legs came into focus for all the guys. "May as well finish your drink," one of the guys said, but she screwed up her face, "Not one for drinking on my own, especially in a pub." she said. "I'm Ian," he pointed at the others, "Dave, Stewart, Gra and Pete, now you know us so you aren't drinking alone," and he waved her over. Shirley waited for a split second as if considering then carefully slid forward and off her stool so her dress rode high up her legs at the front and her stocking tops came fully into view, her dress hooked onto the top of the stool and the flare allowed her to jump down without the dress following closely and she flashed her thighs for them. "Ooops!" she laughed and brushed the dress down at the front but had to turn a little as the stool held onto the back of her hem and it rode higher still now with stockings and her knickers showing. She got free and moved closer to the little group, She proffered a hand and said, "I'm Shirley." Ian leaned in and gave her a peck on the cheek lingering to get a view at her tits close up in her halter neck. Stewart put his hand forward and shook hers, Dave leaned in to kiss her as did Gra, and they moved aside to accommodate her so she ended up in the centre of the group. "As I said earlier, nice cherries, nice tattoo as well", before she could say anything he continued. "Seen the tattoo guys?" and he put his hand on her shoulder to turn her back towards the others. The ties on her halter neck dangled very slightly over it and he used the opportunity to lift the ties aside. Shirley made no objection to any of this touching. They stood chatting for a while with general conversation about who worked where, and who did what, when Shirley checked through a gap between two of the guys to see what I was doing. I caught her eye and pushed a stool near to me , she lifted her head in recognition and looked around her for a bar stool. Pete seen her searching and said, "Want to sit?!" and he grabbed a stool and pulled it between them all for her. She held her wine glass out and Stewart took it from her as she went through the procedure of trying to reverse onto the stool. Once again her dress was pushed up at the sides flashing a pleasant amount of thigh, she slowly patted the dress down and grasping the sides of the stool cushion eased herself back onto it. Her tits bobbed from side to side as she did making her nipples rub against the inside of her halter top turning them more visible than usual. Shirley has nipples that spend more time erect, even on a warm day, than not, so this was extra obvious. Then, aware that the guys were checking her tits out, she moved her hands to the back of her halter dress; her hard nipples now totally un-obscured by her arms "Damn." she said, "The bow is coming undone". Given that these guys were all rugby types the near scrum that followed was no surprise. They all moved forward to see if they could help and she was obscured from my view. She was out of sight for several moments and I thought about moving to get a better view. Typical, they were fiddling with her dress tie and I couldn't see anything! They were moving only slightly so it took a couple of minutes before a gap appeared between a couple of them through which I could get a sight of her. When the gap opened I was astonished, Shirley was still on the stool , but now with Dave behind her and her dress undone at the neck with the halter pulled down at the front showing her tits, Dave had a hand around cupping a tit and tweaking a nipple. Her dress had risen high on her legs and both Ian and Gra had a hand up it, trying to ease her legs open. Things had evidently gone a bit too far for her, or maybe , too quickly so she was struggling a bit to get off the stool. As she slid off onto her feet again her dress was pulled up high so she was standing, stockinged legs and knickers completely exposed , her dress top down and her tits out. Her nipples were bullet hard and erect, both Ian and Gra moved their hands quickly to her knickers and I watched as she got a rough fingering from one then the other, Dave was still mauling her tits and Stewart; still holding her glass of wine, dipped his face to her tits. The guys shifted position again and Shirley disappeared from my view for the second time. I checked around the room and my 5 foot tall wife was out of sight in the group of guys with none of the few drinkers aware of anything happening. At last they moved again, slightly, and Shirley was leaning against the stool, dress up but not so high her knickers were in sight. She was tying the halter neck again at the back of her neck. As she looked through a gap between two of them she spotted me and licked her lips and raised her eyebrows briefly. She was obviously enjoying this, much to my surprise. She reached out for her wine glass again and took the last from it. Ian collected her coat and handed it to her, as her put it around her shoulders I could see his hands slip inside it to fondle her tits. She stood like this enjoying her tits being felt by a stranger before pulling her coat closed and tying the belt. A brief conversation followed and I thought she would be going out with these guys in tow but no, after giving each of them a kiss, she left; on her own. I was on my feet quickly, nearly tripping over my own hard on. Outside she was in the car park, trembling a bit but not upset. Just horny. "What happened? I said, "How come you left them like that?" adding "I thought you were doing great, I thought you were enjoying it." "My pervert husband , I was enjoying it, and the guys were enjoying it, but I have no intention of being fucked by a bunch of rugby guys in a public bar!" She walked across the car park towards our car, I followed behind, she looked even hotter now and I had a massive hard on. I suddenly thought that I had screwed up, why had I picked such a stupid venue for this. "You owe me dinner if you remember." she said climbing into the car. "I could have picked a better place for you , couldn't I?" I said. Just a little crestfallen. "Well you could have picked a different, place, but then, I wouldn't have met these guys from the rugby club; and I wouldn't have been able to arrange to meet them next weekend for a drink after rugby; at their club; on their turf where they know their way around..." Shirley Flashes in a Pub Ch. 02 After Shirley's evening of flashing in a pub she had arranged to meet a bunch of rugby guys the next weekend. As soon as she got home she started to have second thoughts and although the whole idea had us both aroused enough to be shagging at every opportunity, by the weekend she had totally changed her mind. "I know it's your fantasy," she said, "But it's me who is going to be fucked and I prefer not to, though I do like the idea now of other blokes looking and having a crafty feel." Well this worked for me and I was happy to reassure her of my agreement as I stove off another hard on and considered our next move. I didn't need to. Shirley was part of an all male team at work, who regularly met after hours, in different groups, for various social days and evenings, she was often left out as being the only female the guys assumed she wouldn't be interested. Tenpin bowling, five-a-side Sundays, Camera club, Golf day and the most popular; getting hammered. Shirley overheard the guys discussing a Saturday get together and not being involved asked why she was excluded from this kind of thing, Lee a bit shame faced said it was golf this Saturday and she was welcome, she thought about it and without wishing to prove the 'I told you so stream of thought' had to say no. A few weeks later she was asked if she fancied going bowling one evening and she duly agreed, it was pleasant enough but not particularly her thing. Alcohol was consumed, the blokes were as cheeky as they thought they could get away with being and she enjoyed that part. She might try it another time if she was at a loose end, but on balance not an exciting prospect. Bob was unwrapping a parcel in the office. "Lunch already?" said Shirley. "It's a new lense I've sent for - portraiture, it's what we are doing next in camera club." "So you lot are actually serious about it are you?" "Well some of us more so than others, a few have dropped out because of the cost of equipment and hire of studios. In fact Lee has spoken to the boss about using one of the old unoccupied offices here to save a few quid." He fiddled with his new lense and they both got on with work. Later in the day Peter, the boss, called into the main office. "Bob," he said, "is this studio idea going to cost me anything? And would it be open to everyone?" Bob thought for a moment. "Well it's Lee's idea but anyone interested would be welcome and I guess we would be running a few lights at the companies expense." "OK. Go ahead but the company won't be insuring any equipment so lock the room when not in use and I won't be involved." When Lee came back Bob passed on the message and over a few days and evenings they were in and out of the spare office with differing bits of kit. "We're using the studio on Saturday afternoon if you are interested Shirl." said Lee, " just doing some general set up work, you'd be welcome if you want to come along." "I don't even have a camera, and I know nothing about photography either." "Well that's the whole point, we are all learning and we share equipment to keep the cost down." She said she might and they left it at that till Friday afternoon when Shirley asked if they were still going ahead next day, she wasn't sure she would bother. "Supposed to be, but Caroline, the agency model, has cried off so most of the guys have cancelled. Bob, Paul and me are probably doing still life stuff. Unless you fancy filling in?" "Bugger off ." said Shirley. "No seriously, it's easy and you would get to have a go taking some shots as well, works for everyone probably." Shirley thought for a moment, "What would I have to wear?" "Whatever you want, it's about the photography not the clothes." She thought for another second, "OK count me in." Saturday came and Shirley turned up in her jeans and a T-shirt. The guys seemed real keen; she posed for a stream of photos and enjoyed being watched. The guys posed in return and she was shown how to take photos and some technical stuff, lighting, aperture settings etc was explained. Afterwards they went for a drink and it had been a pleasant afternoon and Shirley decided she would go again. Next time around Bob said it looked like interest had waned and again it would be Paul, Bob and Lee if Shirley was interested. She agreed and on the Friday after noon before the session she asked Lee what time. Lee told her 3:00 o'clock. "Would you be up for posing again this week?" he asked and Shirley agreed. Saturday afternoon Shirley was in her jeans and T-shirt again but also put a few other items in her bag to change into once she got to the office. At work Lee had already opened up and had set up some lights and a screen with a backdrop of trees, a large high back wicker chair and a large rug. "Stuff from home," he said as Shirley came in, "to try and make it a bit more professional." Shirley lifted her bag a little and shook it, "Yes I've brought some other clothes to ring the changes." Bob and Paul turned up and they were all four soon taking a few shots of each other. Being the main subject, Shirley was really enjoying the attention. She and Paul, Bob, Shirley and Paul. Bob and Shirley, Shirley on her own, Shirley sitting, Shirley standing, Shirley stretched on the rug. Lee and Shirley together. She was getting into this and the guys were to, and the nerdy photography part was not exactly taking centre stage in anyone's minds. After a while she said. "I did bring some other clothes if you think that would make a different set." "Good plan." Said Paul and Shirley picked up her bag and slipped behind the backdrop screen to change. Lee looked at the other two and raised his eyebrows not having arranged anything with her. They all listened while she slipped out of her jeans and into her outfit and she asked them about taking a few pictures she could show at home. A few moments later she stepped from behind the screen, her hands above her head fluffing her hair. "This OK." she said looking down at her outfit and picking a bit of lint off her skirt. Bob spoke first as he let out an involuntary, "Fuck." "Fuck indeed." Said Lee and the three guys just stood and looked. She was dressed for the part. Knee length black boots and a short black pleated skirt that flared out when spun around to show hold up Stockings, also black. A sheer black blouse with a very lacy quarter cup bra underneath, very visible and very brief. Shirley spun around again, held her arms out to the side and said, "Ok?" "More than OK," said Lee, "and not what I was expecting." Paul added a quiet, "Fuck me," as Shirley spun around. "You wish!" Bob said back. The three guys stood staring, a bit dumbstruck. None of them had expected this. They had thought about the possibility but not seriously and no one had asked her to consider it. Shirley was a little embarrassed at the obvious interest and surprise of the guys; She dropped her arms to her sides. "Oh shit, bad choice. Yes, inappropriate. Oh shit." She was talking to herself really and she started to turn back to the screen to change back into jeans. Paul was quickest to react. "No way." he said and quickly stepped forward and took her arm. "You look terrific, just we certainly weren't expecting a professional job like this. You look great. Just a bit surprised." And he planted a re-assuring kiss on her cheek as he led her back into the main studio area. Lee soon made the right noises. "Terrific, excellent choice, this will make some great shots." And he took her other arm as he and Paul led her in front of the camera. Bob was soon behind his camera clicking as Shirl settled a bit. Lee posed her in a range of standing positions. Taking the opportunity for lots of hands on contact. Shots Seen in every magazine you ever bought. And after she was relaxed they suggested she sit in the wicker chair. As she sat down her pleated skirt rose and spread so the guys had a great view of her stocking tops. "Could you turn a little sideways; are you happy to cross your legs?" and she shuffled round crossing her legs as she moved without making comment. Her thigh was now on show above her visible stocking top, Lee moved back into position and made much of re-arranging her skirt, he pulled it higher at the front and looking straight into her face as he did so and asked, "OK with this?" Shirley nodded. He moved back and the other two shot frame after frame. Lee suggested she turn the other way, stopping her as she moved for the guys to take other shots. He was back at her side again, "Could you pull the collar up on your blouse?" he suggested and as she obliged he said, "Hold it like that". Her hands above her shoulders had made her breasts rise in her bra and through the sheer material her nipples were obvious and hard. Almost as hard as the guys, busy trying to look like photography was the important part of the afternoon. Lee was back in shot and he ran a hand through her hair on each side of her head, lifted the collar a little and then, hesitantly, asked if she would undo her top blouse buttons. The top one was already undone so she undid the next. "Maybe another one queried Lee?" Shirley looked down as if measuring how much of her was exposed. "That's not exactly hiding anything is it." said Lee "It would just allow a glimpse of your bra and some cleavage." Shirley checked again and then undid another button. Lee tilted his head on one side and grimaced like he thought it wasn't a success. "Well..." and Shirley looked down again and undid another. Her black bra was now uncovered exposing the bulge of both tits over the lacy cups. "Perfect." he said, and the guys shot frame after frame. Lee back again. "Could you turn full onto the camera and lean back, legs outstretched." She obliged and it made her slump in the chair a little, her skirt riding high on her legs so both stocking tops were in shot. More shots were taken. God bless the inventor of digital cameras thought Bob clicking away. "Can we get your shoulders more in shot Shirl?" Paul now chipped in and stood from behind his camera and gestured at his own shoulders. Lee was back in, "Like this?" and he pushed Shirley's blouse back till it was off her shoulders, leaving them naked except for the thin bra straps. The unbuttoned blouse fell forward a little and her tits supported by the flimsy bra came into full view. Camera shutters had a burst of extra activity. "That's great." said Paul and was soon back behind his camera. "What about without the blouse at all." said Lee but before Paul or Bob could answer Shirley had demurred. "No I'm not going to strip." She said and pushed herself up in the chair. Lee tried again, "Let's see the last few shots Bob." And Bob brought the camera over and flipped the digital screen for Lee to look at. Lee held the screen in front of Shirley so she could see herself. "Does it make any difference with that sheer blouse do you think?" he asked. Shirley hesitated for a moment and then slipped her hands to her last few buttons and the blouse slipped down but she hadn't undone the sleeve buttons so it held at waist level. Bob made his way back to the tripod. She struggled a bit and Lee pulled her up so he could help and she was standing with Lee behind her holding her wrists as he undid the sleeves for her. Bob and Paul took a few further shots showing Lee apparently taking Shirley's blouse off her. As she turned back to face the guys her arm brushed the front of Lee's jeans and she felt the hardness of his cock straining the denim. She sat back down and said nothing. "That won't be the only hard on in the room," whispered Lee as he leant to pull a bra strap straight. And as he checked her other strap he nuzzled her neck and she murmured. Two other stiffening photographers shot a whole sequence of photos, Shirley assumed all the photos would be her in a posed position, but of course each bit of handling by Lee, every touch, every feel and 'accidental' caress was recorded on camera. Dozens of photos were taken before Paul asked if she and Lee could change places. Shirley, facing away from the camera in front of a forward facing Lee. "Half overlap each other, and Shirley look over your shoulder at the camera." Said Paul. They moved position. Half overlapped Lee felt one tit, only just contained by the quarter cup, pressing against him and Shirley just flicked her eyes up to his for a second before she turned her head as asked. This put one of Lee's hands out of site of Bob and Paul and he moved it to Shirley's crotch. She jolted a little as he firmly pressed through her skirt. She turned back to look at Lee but Bob jumped in straight away, "Keep looking over you shoulder this way please Shirl!" And she looked back again. Lee shuffled as if repositioning for the shot but actually was repositioning his hand so he could get a finger inside her panties. She was very wet and it was an easy access. She turned to him again. "Please Shirl," said Bob and she turned back again, repositioning herself this time so her legs were spread a little for Lee. "Oh that's great." Said Paul thinking it was a conscious pose for the camera. And Shirley stood being fingered by Lee as Bob and Paul, unaware, took a series of photos. After a few more shots Paul asked if they could reverse the positions but with Shirley sitting. Lee's wet finger slipped out of her pussy as they moved. "Can you put your hand on Shirley's shoulder Lee and one leg inside her knees as you stand. This left Shirley with her legs slightly spread to accommodate Lee's leg and her stockings were now in full view again. This time Shirley's hand was out of site and she nonchalantly rubbed Lee's cock for him, squeezing the outline of his hardness as she stared intently at the camera lense. Bob and Paul, oblivious, chattered about light. "Battery packs gone." said Paul . Bob chipped in, "spare in my car, won't be a second." And both of them went to change the battery. Shirley, still squeezing Lee's cock looked up at him as they left. "This is a one off she said." And unzipping Lee's fly pulled his cock out and leaned forward to suck it. "Oh Fuck ." said Paul. Not even having to move to get his knob down her throat. She sucked hard for a couple of minutes, Lee listening out for the returning David Baileys. He wouldn't last long and as they heard the corridor door bang Shirley backed off giving his cock a final lick along its length. She looked up at Paul standing over her as he tried hard to get his cock back inside his jeans. Bob and Paul came back in just as Shirley was standing. Lee dropped his hand too her waist and pulled at the button fastening which popped open immediately. Shirl's skirt started to slide down and into view came her black panties, tied at the side, perched on her hips. She reached to stop it but missed and as she bent her tits fell forward in the skimpy bra. Bob and Paul stared, nurturing their own hard ons. Eventually Paul said," Really sorry about this but both battery packs are dead, and my spare isn't working." "That's that then." Said Bob. Obviously thinking there was scope for a lot more today. Shirley grabbed her skirt and dropped into the wicker chair as she pulled it up. "Oh well times getting on anyway," she said. "I need to be on my way." What about next week asked Paul. "Maybe we could do some head shots?" "That's a great idea," said Lee, "I don't think we finished any head shots."