The Belvedere Guest House was in the Grove. They cut through the meat rack to get there. A wooded area with shrouding trees and winding paths, the rack divided the gay muscled Pines from the laid back lesbian Grove. The shoot photographer, Denny Matthews, was meeting them at the Belvedere with Andreas and Caz. Neal and Dewalt lead the caravan through the woods, carrying a bag stuffed with swimwear. Neal had decided on a mix of models. Toby, ingénue, pale skin, lean, wild rash of freckles; Apollo, thick muscled, swarthy looks, huge c**k, hard snarl; and ‘C’, tall beautiful Swede, blonde crew cut, killer ass, divine definition. The group was overtaken by Malice, who decided on an impromptu tour for the younger set.
“Stop and look,” Malice said, pointing in the distance to a tiny slat bridg
