She dripped sex the way a leaky faucet drips water

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"These pictures." He picked up one and flung it at me. "Rotten, that's what they are. Rotten." His voice rose. "God, what are you trying to do to me, Art? You know you can't get away with this stuff."

"You wanted nudes," I pointed out.

"But not this type of nude. There's nothing left to the imagination here and that's what's dangerous. If the right people—or the wrong people—get their hands on them we can be in hot water up to our necks. And you know it. Don't tell me that you don't. I'm grateful to Linda Fulton for having brought them in to me. We can mend our ways before we're in a jam."