Despite living half way around the world from her, I decided I’d surprise her with a visit. As soon as I landed, I got myself a car and drove over to her house. I knocked on her door and could hear scrambling inside for a couple of minutes before the door finally opened. I could see the shock on her face to find me standing there and her excitement as she almost tackled me to the ground giving me a hug. Once she regained some composure and invited me inside, I had a chance to properly look her over. I could see her clothes had been very quickly thrown on, with her t-shirt caught partway down her body, and her trousers not pulled up quite right. Looking past her, I could see she had her camera set up on a tripod pointing at the sofa, and a vibrator haphazardly stashed beneath the cushions. Realizing what I had interrupted, I started making my excuses, saying I’d be back later at a better time. As I turned to leave, she reached out and grabbed me by the shirt, pulling me back to her. With a low voice she said “No, you interrupted me when I was close. Now you’re going to make sure I finish.”