It was a usual Sunday morning, lying in bed and reading the papers.“What do you think? There’s a local camera club looking for models. They are lo...king for someone who might consider “Risqué” photography. You know what that means.”I looked at the ad, it was a mobile number so there was no idea where they were based. “But we might know some of the photographers; would you be happy to do risqué shots?” I asked.“That would make it even more thrilling, but I’d want you to be there,” she replied. They lay there panting, each with years' worth of questions whirling through their minds, but neither with the will or the strength to vocalize them.Before long they began to cool down and realize the mess they lay in. "Ted, Honey, I have never, ever taken a shower with my hunky husband. I think this would be a perfect time, don't you. Let's get these fancy dancin' duds off you."Trying to regain control, Ted started to speak again. "Kathy, Darling, I..."Once more, she cut him off. "Ted, we have. “One criterion is that you have to be willing to have your ass immortalized on a school wall. And, of course, the artist will have to interview the ass in question.”There was a riot of chatter and a number of voices yelling “Me. I want in.”“I think that’s enough for today. In case you haven’t seen it, our student exhibition was reviewed in this morning’s Times. Some of you might be interested. There is a copy on the desk. Take whatever time you need to finish your project this morning, but. At that moment, the ceiling caught fire. I went to my knees and dragged that sucker out of there. By the time we were down to the main floor, his apartment was an inferno.Everybody made a big deal about what I had done. My picture was on the front page of the paper. They credited me with saving all ten people in the building, because I had woke up the others yelling"Fire, Fire."The guy that I saved stopped by my apartment. " I am Sasheed Otmaad, of the Kingdom of Swazaki," he said giving me a.