She still has the mug in her hands,

She still has the mug in her hands, and it gets warm, so she gives a slight “Ah” and walks over to the table behind him, to place it there. This time not turning around anymore. She would like to, of course, but she knows she should be more decent.



“Gosh, Jenna, turn around and help me, will yer?” he holds out the purple material. “You have seen shirtless men, do you? It is not like this is a first, is it?”



Turning around she takes the shirt from him, “Who knows?” catching his look. “I am kidding.”



For a few moments she tries to open the buttons, and decides she needs more light. Stepping a bit closer to Peter - the lamp behind him, she fiddles around. She is sure, the buttons wouldn’t be a problem, when she wouldn’t be in this situation. Her eyes, still not obeying her, looking up every few seconds, toward Peter.



He really looks not that bad. Lean, thin, only the slightest beginning of a tummy. No highly visible muscles but it wouldn’t suit him anyway, she thinks. Sure the muscles just hide under the soft flesh. A six pack isn’t even her thing. He has more visible muscles above it. The skin is stretching over the tendons of his chest, nothing is slack. On his pale chest he has some black/grey hairs. Curly. Not much, just a few. She could bet he trims them from time to time. His arms are well modelled, when he bends his arms, there she can see his biceps muscles twitch a bit. Somewhere in her thoughts she gets a little bit lost, watching his pale chest move up and down. Yes, he is pale, not as pale as she has expected. She can’t say, she is more tanned as he is.


“What is wrong with you?” he suddenly asks. She only has worked out three more buttons.



“I am sorry, but..,” she gestures over to him, “you are making me a bit nervous.” As if it wouldn’t be enough he spreads his arms away, to give her even more sight, not on purpose.



“Jesus, it is just me. I am not the camera assistant,” he rolls his eyes, “what is his name? Thomas? The walking swimming god?”



She snickers. “You mean Mark.” The 22 year old camera assistant is something like a sports god and has walked recently around with a way too tight shirt. Some on set really couldn’t take their eyes of him.

結果 (中文) 1:

她仍然有杯子在她手中，并开始暖和，所以她给了轻微的"啊"，走到身后，将其放置那里表。这一次不转过身了。当然，她很想去，但是她知道她应该更体面。 "天啊，詹娜，转过身来，帮我，将你吗？"他伸出的紫色的材料。"你看过光着膀子的男人，是吗？不是这是个第一，是它吗？" 转过身她从他的衬衫，"谁知道呢？"捕捉他的表情。"我在开玩笑"。 一会儿她试图打开按钮，并决定她需要更多的光。她对彼得-在他身后，灯步进再近一点小提琴。她是肯定的按钮不是一个问题，当她就不会在这种情况。她的眼睛，仍然不服从她，查找每隔几秒钟，向彼得。 他真的看起来不那么糟糕。精益生产，变薄，只有丝毫的肚子开始。没有高度可见的肌肉，但它不适合他不管怎么说，她认为。肯定的肌肉只是隐藏在温软的肌肤下。六块腹肌甚至不是她的事。他有更多可见肌肉它上面。皮肤伸展在他的胸口的肌腱，也没什么可宽延时间。在他苍白的胸口，他有一些黑色/灰色毛。卷曲。不多，只是一小。她可以打赌他修剪他们从时间到时间。他的武器好参照，当他弯曲他的手臂，在那里她可以看到他的二头肌肌肉有点抽搐。在某个地方在她的想法她获取有点迷失方向了，看着他苍白的胸部向上和向下移动。是的他是苍白，和她有可能不一样苍白。她不能说，她更晒得很黑，他是。他突然问"什么是你的毛病吗？"。她只出三个按钮。 "我很抱歉，但是......"她手势在向他，"你让我有点紧张"因为如果它不是足够他张开双臂走了，给她更多的视线，不在目的上。 "耶稣，这就是我。我不是摄影助理，"他翻了翻白眼，"他的名字是什么？托马斯？行走的游泳神？" 她窃笑着说。"你是说马克"。22 岁的摄影助理有点像体育神和有最近走来走去太紧的衬衫。一些关于集真的受不了他们的他的眼睛。

結果 (中文) 3:

她仍然有一个杯子在她的手，并且它得到温暖，所以她给了一个轻微的“啊”，并走到后面的桌子后面，把它放在那里。这一次不转了。她当然喜欢，但她知道她应该更体面。“天哪，珍娜，反过来帮助我，好不好？“他拿着紫色的材料。“你看到赤膊的男人，你呢？这不是第一次，是吗？“转过身来，她把衬衫从他身边，“谁知道？“抓住他的眼神。“我在开玩笑。”她试图打开按钮的一些时刻，并决定她需要更多的光。步进更近一点的彼得-灯在他身后，她小提琴左右。她是肯定的，按钮不会是一个问题，当她不会在这种情况下。她的眼睛，仍然不服从她，每隔几秒钟看一看，朝皮特。他看起来真的不错。瘦，瘦，只有一点点开始的肚子。她认为没有很明显的肌肉，但它不会适合他。肯定肌肉只是隐藏在柔软的肌肤之下。一六包甚至不是她的事。他有更明显的肌肉。皮肤伸展着他的胸膛，没有什么是松弛的。在他苍白的胸膛上，他有一些黑/灰头发。卷曲的。不多，只是少数。她可以打赌他装饰他们的时间。他的武器是最好，当他弯曲他的手臂，在那里她可以看到他的肱二头肌肌肉抽动了一下。在她思想的某个地方，她有点失落，看着他那苍白的胸膛上下移动。是的，他脸色苍白，不像她所期望的那样苍白。她说不，她更黝黑的他。“你怎么了？”他突然问道。她只做了三个按钮。“我很抱歉，但..”她对他说，“你让我有点紧张。”就好像这是不够的，他张开双臂，给她更多的视线，而不是故意的。“上帝，那只是我。我不是相机助理，“他摇着眼睛，”他的名字是什么？托马斯？游泳的神？“她窃笑。“你的意思是说，”22岁的相机助手是一个体育神，最近走了一个太紧身的衬衫。有些人真的不能把他们的眼睛。