Still, I can't believe it until I open the door and she's standing there. Shorts and a top and those loud little cross-trainers on her feet and it's l...ke some crazy fantasy that I never thought was in my heart, but here she is. And her arms are around me before I can get mine around her.Before she can say it, I do. "I love you and I miss you, Carlita."I know she's spent the day with Brindy, so dinner will be something we leave the house to find together.Wednesday when I get home, I get wrapped. Once inside, a huge black man called Ned told me he was the manager. He made me go to his office for the interview.He explained that some people loved to take some sexy pictures of the models. He also said that some models had and “extra” business with the customers; but on their own…I was still some naïve and had no idea what he was talking about, but I felt I needed the money.Then Ned took some outfits for me and told me he wanted to take some photos dressed up as a lingerie model.After. ..”“Nude?”“Yeah.”Heather didn’t believe me. “Maybe.”“What do you mean?”“You told me she and Julie were—”Another click interrupted us. “Sorry!” came my mom’s voice again.“Maybe we should talk later,” I said, suddenly feeling nervous about our conversation.“Okay. I have to work soon anyway. I’ll call you tonight?”“Def.”“Talk to you then. Bye!”I hung up. After collecting my thoughts, I poked my head out the door to let my mom know the line was free. Then I fell down on my bed. It seemed like every. Or she didn't care. Her voice held low and soft, shewooed me still."We only see the top of things," she said. "We pick a cue up here, anotherthere, in just a fraction of a second. A flash of color, a hint of line. Amarker, maybe two." What you mean?" I asked, though I knew exactly what she meant."It'd be so easy. No one would ever have to know. Pink, here. Primrosemaybe." She tweaked my shirt collar. "Maybe something here," and herfinger lightly brushed my lips. "Tighter jeans; lots of guys.