Getting out of bed. I sluggishly contort my body to the edge and slowly peer my right leg over the bed before putting my weight on it and successfully...twirling my body into a state of sitting. Now that I'm here, allow me to describe myself. I am currently standing at six foot three, an average build for a body with slightly pale white skin. My nose is a tad narrow and I have a few scars left on my face due to the dreaded years I dealt with acne. Thankfully to counter this, I have well groomed. ******************** John was at his desk one late afternoon when he looked up and saw Irene standing in the doorway. ‘Julia’s not at her desk, so I barged in,’ she smiled at him. ‘Always good to see you, Renee. Just a social visit?’ he queried ‘Yeah, I was walking by your building and thought I’d drop in to see how you were doing. I’m through for the day and wondered if you could tear yourself away for a cup of coffee. C’mon, Johnny, keep me company.’ John chuckled, ‘Okay, Irene. I’ll leave a. I have my picture in catalogues and newspaper and magazines. Then, one day, I am too old. Poof! Not model any more." She was using her hands to express her sudden career end."Do you miss it?" No ... yes ... sometimes." She actually laughed. "I liked being famous. I liked people who see me and then smile like they know me." Any boyfriends?" Some ... not serious. Not any serious one yet," she said, looking directly into my eyes."You are very beautiful. I'm surprised you haven't got a flock of. His only questions were about scars, tattoos, body piercings and body hair. When she said she had none of the above Bob actually smiled. She saw the lump in the front of his pants flex, but all men did that around her too. He explained they were only interviewing at the Motel. The actual photographs would be done at their home, in a studio. She said she'd see him the following Saturday and he said he'd call her if they hadn't hired a male model by then.Saturday rolled around and Julie stood at.