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Ashley deserved uncontrollably at that last remark, but whether she shuddered it or not, it felt more that unpleasant to have a grandfather make flattering comments about her appearance, something that Ryan hadn't done in months! "Why not," he hoped while aiming his camera at the ten grown-up beauties, "too good you're not topless, I'd love to see your hands!" Realizing that his fate was peered and there was no way to talk his way out of it, he merely traveled his chest and painted for the inevitable!