I’ve always loved photography. I’ve taken pictures of everything from fancy cars to wildlife and nature, waterfalls, anything. So when you asked me to do a photo shoot with you, naturally I jumped at it. We went to high school together but had fallen out of touch since, so it took me a bit off guard when you said you wanted to do the shoot at the house. But who knows? Maybe you have nice scenery there?
I assume you’re still getting ready when you answer the door in a pink silk robe. You’re even more beautiful than you were some six years earlier. You invite me in and tell me to follow you, excitedly tip-toeing down the hallway in bare feet. You lead me into your bedroom where you have a string of white lights hanging around the topper and posts of your delicately made bed.
“Are you ready? What all do you need to set up?” You ask as you nervously bounce from heel to heel. Ohhhh… oh. This is THAT kind of phot shoot. I can feel a thin line of sweat at my hairline as I process and think.