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violated. Ha!
    Me, though? I’m not so sure I can focus. I’m intrigued by this, and I don’t think I’ll be able to get a single sentence written. It’s not as loud, decibel-wise, as the workmen at Marr’s house, but their words and movements reverberate in my brain, sending out ripples and echoes into remote parts of my psyche, locking me into an endless loop of rumination and reflection and desire.
    “So we’ll start with you and Kelsey standing together, looking into each other’s eyes, okay?” Boston’s voice is low and smooth as he adjusts something on a camera. I peek over. “Ashley, rest your hand on Kelsey’s hip, splay out your fingahs, but gentle. Don’t dig in, just relax them.”
    The women get into position in front of the backdrop, and one of them adjusts her thong. They’re both topless, and their tits are magnificent. I swivel my chair to watch, spellbound now.
    “Like this?” The one named Ashley frowns, adjusts her hand.
    “Yes, just a little lower,” Boston instructs. “Yes! Like that. Stay there. Now Kels, you step in just a few inches so your hip brushes hers, and twist your body. I want this to look provocative, like you’re just about to kiss. Both of you lick your lips, get them wet for the shot.”
    Both women moisten as directed, and then look into each other’s eyes. Ashley giggles. “Oh, my God. You look so serious.”
    Kelsey giggles, too. “Pretend I’m David Beckham. Right?”
    “Eh, he doesn’t do it for me. How about Joe Manganiello?”
    They titter together until Boston reprimands, “Ladies, please. Let’s focus.”
    “Okay, boss,” says Kelsey in mock-complaining voice, and adjusts her thong again. “This keeps riding up my ass. So annoyin’.” She wiggles. “Got it. I’m ready.”
    The two women get into character and Boston shoots. I rise from my chair and stretch, then walk behind Boston so I can watch from his vantage point. I want to see what he sees.
    “Ash, now wrap your hand around her waist a little more, pull just a bit, pull her hips to you. I want to capture that action, so do it a few times, ‘kay?”
    I think this move can work for my new story in progress, the one I’m working on right now. I imagine my hero, his hand on my heroine’s small waist, his hard, blunt-edged fingertips pulling her in to his hips. I think about them looking into each other’s eyes, her lips wet, about to kiss him.
    “It’s writing itself,” I announce, and Boston gives me a quick glance.
    “Abby?”
    “Inspiration.” I smile at him and swing back into my chair, my fingers dancing over the keys as I write the new scene. I needed a sex scene, and now one is growing in my mind, taking shape. It’s like mental cotton candy, spinning from thin air into something fluffy and ethereal and utterly delicious, like magic in motion. The voices soften into a blend of comfortable background as I write, immersed in my screen, my focus intent. Nothing else exists outside my personal space, and I know it’s good, what I’m writing right now.
    I jerk in surprise at a touch on my shoulder, some time and about two thousand words later. “Abs? Kels and Ash are leavin’ now.”
    I nod, stand up, and my knee cracks. I didn’t move the whole time I was writing.
    “It was nice to meet you,” I say. Should we shake hands? Hug? Air kiss? How about nothing?
    Nothing seems to work for them, too. “Nice! Late-ah,” combines in the air with perfume and large purses swinging and heels. When they’re out the door, the silence is louder than the chatter. Boston stretches his fingers and sticks his hands into his pockets. “You get a lot done, Abs?”
    I nod. “Yes.”
    “What did you think of the shoot? It didn’t distract you?”
    “No, I actually—I got some inspiration for a sexy part.”
    “Do tell.” His voice is lower now. “You writin’ a girl/girl scene?”
    I shake my head. “It’s all hetero loving in my book, Boston.” I smile. “But sexy poses are