"Are you okay, Mister Professional Photographer?"

Deximo muttered something about having a sudden attack of nausea. Something he ate.

"Uh huh. But you didn't quite get that spot out of your crotch. Almost, but not quite," she giggled infectuously.

"Shut up. You're killing me."

They both shared a private laugh together, then it was back to business. Once again Deximo was dumbstruck by yet another racy outfit Gigi decided to squeeze herself into.