*I got a PM from a throwaway account containing a real sexy story and a request for me to re-write it and post it here. So, these details I made up. But the core of the story is (supposedly) non-fiction.*
I am sitting on a park bench taking in the scene — a fountain across from me, a field of grass beyond, shady trees and a creek past that — when coming around a neighboring shop, I see Tina walking toward me, proud, tall, and blonde. A tall, nervous looking girl trails behind her with hunched shoulders and jittery movements.
I sigh, then pick up the bag of cameras from the bench beside me and go to meet them, forcing a smile to my face.
Tina immediately starts in, “It’s Emma’s fault we’re late,” gesturing at her daughter, “What do you have to say for yourself, Emma?”
Emma’s gaze is fixed on the ground. “Sorry,” she mumbles.
Late for an outdoor portrait session isn’t great, the golden sunlight of late afternoon lasts only as long as it does. But there’s nothing I can do about that, and it is looking anyway like calming Emma’s nerves will be the bigger challenge.