Even though it was after dark before they got back to Fort Collins, it was still early enough for Kyle to call Chelsea. She seemed as far away as ever, but somehow just talking to her put him a little at ease. He waited until well after the time she would have to do her weekly update, then called her up. “So how are you tonight?” he asked.

“Oh, so-so,” she said. “It’s actually been a pretty dull weekend. I spent part of it with a book, and then worked on a swimsuit some, just adding on some details to make it look a little more visually appealing. It’s probably going to be months before I can get some Chastity photos with it.”

“I may have outed you a little bit this weekend,” he admitted. “I wound up passing around the photo of last week’s update. The men all had their tongues hanging out, and I think it may have given a couple of women some ideas, too.”

“You know, sometimes I think there must be more of that going around than I thought. A lot of my e-mails come from men, but I get a surprising number from women, too. So how was your ski trip?” He’d told her the week before about what was planned, so it was no surprise that she asked about it.

“Not bad. It’s harder than it looks, but it looks like something I could do with a little practice. I may take another trip this winter, maybe with the same group. We were sort of talking about it, but we didn’t settle on any dates. It won’t be for a while, though.”

“I sure wish I could have been with you,” she sighed. “I always thought skiing might be fun but I never got to try it.”

“Believe me, I would have liked to have had you there, because it would have been a lot more fun. My sort-of date was Gwen again, and she was about as quiet as ever. But she does know how to ski, and actually she’s pretty good at it.”

“Is that going to go anywhere?”

“I doubt it,” Kyle told her. “I mean, she’s all right in her way, but not that all right. I’ll tell you what, Chelsea, even if she’d proved to me that she really is a firecracker in bed, it still wouldn’t put me over the top with her. If nothing else, I think I’ve learned that I need more in my life than that, not that I didn’t know it already. I’ll probably still go out with her now and then, but it won’t mean much of anything. Sometimes it’s just better to go someplace with someone, even if that someone isn’t a whole lot of company.”

“I know how that works. I’ll tell you what, Kyle, there aren’t many places around here I’d be willing to go by myself in the evening. Well, maybe the supermarket, but that’s even a little iffy when people know I’m single. It might not be quite so bad if the little hints and passes that I get didn’t come from men who I know are married. I’m just not going to mess around with that, and that’s final. As far as going out by myself to something that’s supposed to be fun, well, forget it. I have to protect my reputation too much.”

“I know why you’d feel that way, Chelsea. I wish there was something I could do about it, but I can’t.”

“Yeah, well,” she sighed. “I’ll tell you what, there have been times I’ve been tempted to hop in the car, drive about as far away as Knoxville or Atlanta and try to find a bar where there’s some action, just for the sake of having some fun. I don’t really want to do it, but the longer I’m here the worse it seems. At least I can dream about doing something else, like going on a ski trip with you. So tell me all about it.”

It seemed to him that she was getting progressively unhappier in Arlington and didn’t know what to do about it – and he didn’t know what to tell her. They were calling each other two and three nights a week, and often the phone calls went on long enough that he’d bought a headset to use with his phone just to keep his arm from getting sore from holding the phone up to his ear.

If giving her a blow-by-blow description of the ski trip or some of the other things he’d done made her feel a little better, that was all right with him. “One interesting thing happened on Sunday morning,” he related. “Do you remember when I talked to you about Echo last week?”

“That’s the girl with the huge chest, right?”

“It wouldn’t be huge on a woman with a big frame and somewhere over six feet tall, but yes, disproportionately large on her. Anyway, Gwen and I were in the warming shelter and who should walk in? She had on a ski jacket that fit across her chest, but it was just like a balloon across her belly. I mean, it was just hanging down, and she really looked fat. It looked funny with her relatively small legs.”

“I feel a little sorry for her. Having boobs that big can’t be fun. I’ll tell you what, I like mine the way they are.”

“I do, too,” he grinned. “I mean both feeling sorry for her, and liking yours the way they are. But anyway, she had her boyfriend with her, a Corey something or other, I didn’t get his last name. He seemed like a really nice guy, not exactly the kind of guy who would go for a chest like hers.”

“I don’t know how you could tell someone who would from someone who wouldn’t.”

“I don’t either, it was just the feeling I got. Anyway, you could see that both of them are really gone on each other. He’s got some job where he’s on the road about half the time, but from what little I talked with them he doesn’t expect it to last much longer, and then he’ll be home all the time.”

He didn’t want to say it to Chelsea, but he sort of envied Corey – not because he got to play with Echo’s big boobs, but because he had a very nice girl to come home to, at least behind those volleyballs. It would have been nice to have Chelsea to come home to like that, but once again, it was obvious it wasn’t going to happen.

“So did anything happen?”

“No, not really, except we talked for a bit, you know, how are you doing, how’s the skiing, and that kind of thing. It was just nice to talk to them, and I guess to know she’s got a pretty good guy taking care of her. She doesn’t really appeal to me, but you can see she’s a nice girl in her way.”

“I can understand. Are you planning on doing any more dating?”

“Well, maybe I’ll take Gwen to a show or something, I don’t know. I haven’t had much luck out here, and you’ve already heard the war stories.”

“Keep looking, Kyle. It can’t be that every woman out there is a loser. You have to have it better there than I have it here.”

“I’ve come to the conclusion that the older you get the harder it gets, since the good ones keep getting taken and all that’s left are the leftovers.”

“It works for me that way, too,” she sighed. “Well, keep me informed. Your calls are sometimes the only proof that civilization exists beyond this land of hillbillies with Confederate flags flying on their four-wheel-drive pickup trucks. They talk about the War of Northern Aggression when it really should be called the War of Southern Arrogance.”

“Hey, I drive a pickup, too.”

“Yes, but it’s not a big jacked-up thing with fat tires, a diesel engine, and a loud exhaust. That’s how some of these bozos tell the world they exist.”

After a while Kyle wanted to break off the call, at least a little bit, but he could tell that Chelsea needed someone to talk to. From having been in Arlington, although admittedly briefly, he knew it wasn’t quite as bad as she made it out to be. Maybe when summer came she could get her bearings back a little.

What she really needed – and he told her – was to have a swimsuit on and get in front of a camera, even if it was a selfie. When that happened, her universe would be a little more in order. She agreed with him on that, but they both knew it wasn’t going to happen soon.

So it was after midnight his time before they broke off the call. He still missed her, and in fact, missed her a lot, but he couldn’t see anything he could do about it.

He wasn’t quite ready to put up with more of her depression after work the following day, so he decided to go down to the used bookstore he liked so well, and then maybe to Sotelo’s Hacienda.

There was nothing in particular he was looking for at the bookstore, which was piled high with books in not much order or organization, so something interesting could be found almost anywhere. He knew a disorder like that ought to be a trial for an organized librarian like Chelsea, who lived by the Dewey Decimal System – except for the fact that he knew she liked used bookstores too, and the disorder didn’t seem to bother her.

In prowling around he came across a biography of Harry Truman that he had seen before but hadn’t read. Since Truman had been a pithy, feisty character, he knew there were some good stories about him, and Kyle thought reading a big doorstopper of a biography would keep him busy for a few days. He went on looking and accidentally happened to back into a girl who had a whole stack of murder mysteries under her arm, and the books went flying.

“Sorry about that,” he said, bending over to help her pick them up. “I should have been looking where I was going.”

“I should have myself,” she replied. “It was my fault as much as it was yours.”

It took them a minute to get all the books corralled, but after they stood up they got talking softly about the books under her arm. She said she liked murder mysteries because they helped her get to sleep, and he said he was interested in the historical aspects of Harry Truman. One thing led to another, and they were still talking after fifteen minutes, before he asked if she would be interested in sharing dinner with him at his favorite Mexican place. He probably wouldn’t have asked, but he noticed that she wasn’t wearing a ring of any sort. Since she seemed to be a reasonable person, this actually looked promising. They exchanged names, and she said her name was Barbara.

Serafina, his familiar waitress at Sotelo’s Hacienda, rolled her eyes a little when she walked in with Kyle – she remembered some of the losers he’d had with him in the past – but Barbara didn’t seem like a loser; in fact, she seemed pretty nice.

They continued talking over dinner, although after a while they seemed to run short of things to talk about. Kyle slowly started to perceive that they didn’t really share any interests besides reading, and they weren’t interested in reading the same things. She was nice, attractive, seemed articulate, and was obviously intelligent and not excessively full of herself, but there was nothing to build on beyond that. He thought briefly that she might be fun to take somewhere, like a show, but in exploring that avenue they didn’t even share that interest, either.

If he had to have company to take somewhere, Gwen already filled that bill, and he didn’t need another girl for that.

Still, they had dinner and wound up talking for a couple of hours, although it grew increasingly awkward toward the end. Finally, both he and she had to be going because they had things to do at home before they went to work in the morning. For some reason they exchanged phone numbers, and they shook hands and went their separate ways. While he hadn’t said anything to her about it, he didn’t think he’d be calling her up, unless some local theater company was doing a murder mystery and Gwen wasn’t available.

While it hadn’t worked out, it had not been a totally unpleasant couple of hours. He and Barbara just didn’t click, and that was that. However, if nothing else she proved to him in a quiet sort of way that reasonable single women existed in the town after all, so the situation wasn’t as hopeless as some of his other dates had led him to believe.

Kyle was telling Andrea about his sort-of date from the night before in the lunchroom the next day when Echo came up to them and politely asked if she could join them. Of course, they both accepted, as far as he was concerned, Echo may have looked a little disfigured by her huge chest, but she had a pleasant personality and wasn’t prowling for a guy – she had one, and a nice one at that. She was wearing a rather stretchy sweater today, with a lot of cleavage, of course, and it was tightly stretched across her chest, and showed that she actually had a pretty small waist.

“Hey, Kyle,” she said once she got herself established. “I have a sort of a goofy question for you.”

“So long as you’re prepared to accept a sort of goofy answer, I’ll take a swing at it.”

“Look, I’m trying to come up with a really special birthday present for Corey,” she began. “I was talking to Denise last night, and she told me about you taking those swimsuit photos for that website. I looked at some of them, and they’re really, really good.”

“I didn’t take all of them, or even most of them,” he told her. “My old girlfriend took most of them herself. For photos like that, the model is more important than the photographer.”

“Well, yeah, I can see that, but it’s obvious that you have the eye for it. Anyway, I wondered if you did really sexy glamour shots.”

“You mean lingerie shots, don’t you?”

“Well, yeah,” she smiled, with a glint in her eye. “Something like that. I don’t really know what I’m thinking of, but I’d like to give Corey something that would just knock his eyes out. I mean, I’d be willing to do a nude shot for him, but I was looking at that swimsuit shot of your girl from last week, and that sort of made me think that the right clothes could be even sexier than being bare-assed.”

“That’s true, and it isn’t. A lot depends on the model and the setup of the photo. I’ve done nude shots,” he explained, thinking of the ones he’d done of Chelsea the previous summer, but he wasn’t going to mention those. “They can say a lot of things. They can be artistic, they can be dirty, they can be a lot of things, and sexy without necessarily being dirty is among them. Now, when you say glamour shot, that kind of indicates to me lingerie, maybe a bedroom, and a come-hither attitude.”

“Yeah, that’s the sort of thing I’m looking for,” she smirked. “Something that will really send a message to Corey.”

“I’ll be honest. I’ve looked at a few of those over the years, but I’ve never had the opportunity to shoot anything like that.”

“But you could do it, couldn’t you?”

“Maybe,” he shrugged. “The thing of it is that almost all of the shots I did of my old girlfriend were outdoor shots, and it’s still winter out there. I don’t think you want to do a bra and panties shot outside this time of year.”

“Oh, no bra, that’s for sure,” she smirked. “I mean, what’s the point of it other than to show off my assets?”

“You know,” Andrea put in, “that sounds like it could be fun.”

Kyle shook his head. Trust Andrea to put her oar in the water on something like this! “Well, yeah,” he agreed, a little reluctantly. “I can see how it could be a trip for you, and I wouldn’t be surprised if Corey would be delighted to get a photo like that. I mean, a nice, big wall shot suitable for framing. But there are some problems that have to be considered.”

“Such as?” Echo smiled, wiggling her chest a little.

“The big thing is that I don’t want to get Corey pissed off at me, and I don’t think you want him pissed off at you either. I wouldn’t want him to get the wrong idea because I’ve been taking really sexy shots of you.”

“He’s got a point,” Andrea agreed. “Corey might appreciate the picture but not appreciate the fact it was taken.”

“Especially by a single guy, and it was just you and me,” he added. “He might really get the wrong idea about that.”

“Well, yeah. I see what you mean,” Echo replied, a little downcast for a moment. “But what if I was to have a, well, a chaperone there just to keep things on the up and up?”

“Possibly,” he conceded. “I don’t know who we would get, though.”

“Andrea,” Echo smiled, “would you do it?”

“I might,” the older woman said. “In fact, it might be kind of fun. Of course, we’d have to work out the details. Kyle, is that the only problem you have?”

“If we can get past that, I think the rest can be worked out. I’ll be honest, I’ve never done much studio photography, and I only have a minimal lighting setup for that kind of thing. And then, I don’t really have a studio, either, so we’d have to work out some sort of location, unless you’d like to do it in a snow bank, Echo.”

“No, I think we’d better do it inside. I don’t have a lot of time to do this if I’m going to have it done for Corey’s birthday.”

“A shot like that might go over better if it was inside, maybe with a bed or something like that,” Andrea observed.

“I can tell you right now that it’s not going to be at my place,” Echo shook her head. “I mean, my parents would flip. I guess they sort of know what’s going on with Corey and me, and most of the time they look the other way, but this sort of thing might be pushing it a little too much.”

“You know, Kyle,” Andrea smiled. “Your place might be the best answer. I know you don’t have much in your second bedroom. Maybe we could haul your bed in there, or I could bring a single bed from home in the van.”

Kyle could see right where this one was going. If he had both Andrea and Echo working on him, he was going to wind up doing it no matter what his better judgment said, so he knew he should concede without a prolonged fight. “All right,” he said. “That would probably work. In fact, we might even want to have Bruce there, or at least sitting out in the kitchen with a cup of coffee in his hand just to make sure we have a second witness that no funny business goes on.”

“I suppose we can do that,” Andrea nodded. “It might be handy to have a second pair of hands, anyway, for manhandling that bed if nothing else.”

“Right. Now, I have my idea of what’s sexy, and so do you. They probably aren’t the same idea. Echo, it’s pretty obvious that you want topless shots, and I wouldn’t expect much different, knowing you.”

“You have that part of me figured out pretty well,” she smirked.

“What I’m saying is that I don’t trust my intuition very much on this, so I want you and Andrea to work out the details of what you’re going to wear. I’ve got some ideas on poses, but I think they ought to be pretty conventional for this sort of thing, and displaying your breasts gives me some idea of where to go with them.”

“So you let yourself get talked into it,” Chelsea laughed when he told her of the conversation that evening.

“Yeah, I guess,” he sighed. “I mean, I should have put my foot down and said no right when I realized what Echo was up to, but I didn’t and it went on from there with Andrea almost pushing me to do it and okaying it for me. So I’m going to have to go through with it.”

“I’ve got to remember that,” she laughed again. It was good to hear her laugh – it was worth all of the hassles this was going to put him through. “Maybe someday, if things work out, you can take some boudoir shots of me like that.”

“Don’t think I wouldn’t like to. I mean, better you than her.”

“True, but if it was you and me it would end up in a place it’s not going to end up with her. At least you get to check out her boobs this way.”

“There is that. Actually, I’m a little curious to see if they’re as hard as they look.”

“Feel her up, you mean.”

“I don’t think I’m going to get to do that. I mean, it’s pretty clear that she has to wear a hell of a bra all the time. I’m a little curious about what they’re going to look like when they’re unholstered. If they’re as solid as I think they are, they won’t be hanging down to her knees.”

“Now that you mention it, I’d be a little curious about it, too. Send me a proof, would you? This could be interesting.”

“I’ll send you a proof if you’ll send me one of you wearing your new swimsuits. You keep talking about them and promising to send me a photo, but somehow none have ever ended up in my inbox.”

“Oh, hell,” she replied. “I just haven’t done it and I’ve been meaning to. Give me a minute.” He could hear her set the phone down, and then heard some distant noises in the background before she came back on the phone. “All right,” she said. “Check your inbox.”

As was often the case, when he talked to Chelsea he was sitting in front of his computer using his headset, so it was only a couple clicks of a mouse before the photo appeared on his screen. It was Chelsea in her living room in Arlington, and the shot hadn’t been set up with any care – it was obviously just to see how the swimsuit looked on camera. This one looked hot indeed; it was a bright yellow strapless bikini, with a single off center strip of the same material connecting the bandeau top and the bottom. “Yeah, that’s pretty good,” he smiled when he saw it. “That yellow ought to stand out anywhere, but it would be interesting against an autumn leaf background.”

“I think it’s the best one I’ve come up with all winter,” she replied. “You like it, then?”

“No, I love it. That’s definitely one of your better ones. I can’t wait to see you wearing it for real.”

“Maybe someday,” she sighed. “That was the only time I had it on, and I don’t want to guess when I’ll get to wear it again.”

This was clearly going to head down the same old road about her frustrations with Arlington, and he didn’t want to go there this evening. He had her in a good mood, and wanted to keep her that way for a while. “So, anyway,” he replied. “Like I told Echo and Andrea, I’ve never really done the kind of shots Echo wants, so I was wondering if you have any suggestions.”

“I’ve never done that kind of thing, either,” she replied. “I do see shots like that once in a while when I’m surfing looking for swimsuit possibilities, so I’m not completely naïve about them. I can tell you this much, that her attitude is everything. She has to want to look sexy in an ‘I want it and I want it now’ sort of way. If she’s uncomfortable, it’ll show up very prominently. Whatever pose you have her in, it has to look natural, not forced or strained. I see too many shots like that where it looks like the girl is nervous or doesn’t look like she cares about what she’s doing, except maybe for the paycheck she’s getting. Look, you’ve got a couple of days on this. Let me think about it, and maybe I can come up with some other ideas.”

As the rest of the week rolled by, Kyle loosened up about the idea, and was starting to look forward to it, at least partly because Chelsea seemed so enthusiastic about it during his phone calls to her each night. She came up with several useful suggestions over the next couple days, and Kyle had to admit that he hoped he’d be able to try them out with her someday.

Right after he got home on Friday evening, he was surprised to get a call from Barbara, the girl he’d literally run into at the bookstore a few days before. “How are you doing tonight, Kyle?” she asked.

“Oh, all right. I’ve got a busy day tomorrow, and I’m making plans for how to deal with it.”

“Hey, maybe I’m being a little forward, but what would you say about going back to that Mexican place, having a beer and dinner? I really enjoyed our talk last week.”

“I’m glad you did,” he replied, even more surprised at her statement. She’d been a nice enough woman, but they hadn’t seemed to click, either – they had little in common, and not much of mutual interest to talk about. “But really, I’m going to be kind of busy this evening.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” she said, clearly sounding disappointed. “Maybe another time. I just thought it would be nice to wind down after a tough week at work.”

Kyle thought rapidly. A date with her clearly wasn’t going to go anywhere – he’d already figured that much out. On the other hand, it would be nice to get his mind off the planned photo shoot, too – it had been eating up too much of his attention the last few days. While having dinner with her might not be as much fun as he would have liked, it would be more conversational than having dinner with Gwen, even if they didn’t have much to talk about. “Tell you what,” he said. “I can’t put all evening into it, but I can put a couple of hours in before I absolutely have to get back here and get busy. But you’re right, I can stand the break too.”

Serafina, the friendly waitress at Sotelo’s Hacienda, was surprised to see him there with Barbara again – it was the first time he’d been there with the same woman twice. Except for Barbara they had been real losers. Actually, he sort of liked Serafina – she was good looking, but the rings on her fingers said she was obviously married, or he might have been willing to ask her out. Too many of the good ones were already taken.

Barbara looked good, not wearing the casual work or shopping clothes she’d worn the other time they were there; she had on a skirt that was rather short for the season, and a tight sweater. She’d obviously taken some care with her hair and makeup, and she was on the attractive side to begin with. The only problem was the same one they had last week – they didn’t have much in the way of mutual interests to talk about. At least this time she was apparently feeling it, too. “Thank you for the dinner,” she said after they’d finished dessert and coffee. “I’d hoped I was wrong last week, so I thought we ought to try it again. You seem to be a pretty nice guy, Kyle, but I can see that we just don’t have much in common. Thank you anyway.”

“I felt it too. I just don’t think that we’re a good match. That’s not saying that there’s anything wrong with you. In fact, I think you’re a rather nice person, but I don’t think we were meant for each other.”

“At least we caught it now, before we let it go too far. I hope you find the right someone someday.”

“The same for you,” he agreed. “I’m happy to have met you, Barbara. Just meeting you reminded me that there are good women in this world.”

“There are good men, too. You taught me that. Best of luck to you, Kyle.”

“You too, Barbara.”

Driving back to his apartment, Kyle reflected that he was indeed glad that he’d met her. Though they hadn’t really gotten anywhere, they had parted on a friendly basis, which was more than he could have said about most of his dates the last couple of months. The heck of it was, after some of the dates he’d had – and that included Gwen – he could have fallen into the trap of a reasonable woman far too easily. He was glad he’d managed to escape.

Saturday started early over at the Bolenbaughs’ house. Kyle knew that Bruce had been thoroughly roped into the deal by Andrea. Together they loaded a spare single-wide bed, mattress and frame into the van and hauled it over to Kyle’s apartment, where they set it up in the office. Kyle already had his photo equipment there as well as some Chelsea-suggested props he’d picked up. They were just finishing when Echo showed up. “I’m glad Corey is out of town this weekend,” she said. “I’d have a tough time sneaking off to do this otherwise.”

“Are you still sure you want to do this?” Kyle asked. “We don’t have to, you know.”

“I’m a little bit nervous, sure,” she said. “But I know you’ve gone to a lot of work to set this up, and I want to see how it comes out.”

Echo and Andrea trooped off to the bedroom to get started on the makeup. “There’s no telling how long this is going to take,” he told Bruce. “Would you like a cup of coffee?”

“Yeah, I guess,” Bruce replied. “How did we get roped into this deal, anyway?”

“It’s fairly simple. The women said ‘do it,’ so we did.”

“That’s kind of how things work, isn’t it? It sounds almost like Chelsea is a part of this.”

“She pretty much is. It’s given her something fun to think about, and she’s been a little short on that lately. I’ll tell you what, if she were here I’d just be standing back and pushing the button while she directs things. We’d get out of it a whole lot more easily.”

Not terribly surprisingly, Kyle and Bruce were able to share a second cup of coffee, then a third, while Andrea got Echo ready for the shoot. The two of them had become fairly close friends over the last couple of months, and they managed to find things to talk about while wondering what was taking the women so long.

Eventually Andrea stuck her head out of the bedroom door. “Are you guys ready?” she asked.

“Other than the possibility of a bathroom break to get rid of the last couple of cups of coffee, yes,” Bruce replied.

“All right, let’s get this show on the road,” Andrea said. “Echo, just checking, but I’ll ask again: do you mind if Bruce is here?”

“No, I kind of like to show off the girls anyway, and having more guys around just turns me on a little more.”

“Echo, you could be dangerous if you let yourself,” Andrea laughed. “All right, let’s do it.”

Echo came out of the bedroom wearing a robe that hung straight down from her boobs, somehow making her appear even fatter than the ski jacket had made her look on the last ski trip. They went into the impromptu studio, where she took off the robe and stood next to the bed.

Kyle had to stifle a whistle when he saw her. Even though her big breasts didn’t exactly enthuse him he had to admit they looked pretty spectacular when bare. They didn’t hang down anything like as much as he had expected, which gave him a pretty good idea of how much silicone there was compared to the proportion of girl. It was clear that the silicone was in the majority. They did hang down a little and didn’t quite look as much like she’d somehow stuffed a pair of volleyballs under her skin.

What she was wearing also made her look pretty hot. She had on a black corset laced up the front with white laces, black stockings, red high heels, and a tiny pair of lacy black panties that were so thin that he could see she’d shaved her pubic hair. Not much was left to the imagination.

He wanted to just stand there and take it in for a moment, but he knew he had to be at least a little bit professional. “All right,” he said. “I think the first and most obvious thing to do is to have you lying on your side on the bed, up on one elbow, with the sheet sort of wadded up behind you.”

She lay down on the bed, and followed his instructions. He stood there and looked at her for a moment, and gave her a few minor instructions, like to not have her legs straight, but bent a little, with one ankle across the other. “This is just going to be a test shot,” he said. “Once we see how it looks we can work on the details.” He pushed the button on the tripod-mounted camera, lights flashed, and the picture scrolled down on the computer screen, which was located where they all could look at it.

“That looks pretty good right there,” Echo commented.

“It could be a lot better,” he said. “The body position is mostly all right, although I think you ought to roll just a touch toward me. However, your facial expression is kind of neutral, like you’re not altogether sure about doing this.”

“I’m not. This is sort of new to me, you know.”

“Remember what you’re doing. You’re showing off your girls for Corey, and you’re happy to be doing it. You’re happy, you’re excited, and you want to make him hot for you.”

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