Therefore, it should be no surprise to hear that my husband signed me up to be a nude model in a body painting exhibition. When he told me about it, ... was shocked. It is one thing to wear clothing in public that is a bit too scanty, or I expose myself accidentally, but this is a completely different matter. These nude models for the body painting are just that, completely nude, right out in public. I was aghast at the thought of going downtown where this event was to be held and be totally. “ ... besides, the sailing center isn’t even open yet.”That seemed to satisfy her and she ran off.“Looks like you created a monster,” Jasmine said smiling.I could only shrug and went to shower.Entering the kitchen, I saw Isobet already sitting at the table with her cereal bowl in front of her, wearing her little life jacket.I put a pod in the Keurig, got my coffee going, poured some Cheerios into her bowl and got one for myself. We had been strict about avoiding the sugary cereals, and Isobet. “But I did all I could to try and hire her!” I replied. “What else could I have done?”Anna gave me one of her disapproving looks. Then she spoke to Ileana.“Michael’s right. He’s done all he can for Luisa tonight. Ileana, why don’t you help me get her next door to her room?” Anna asked. “I’ll stay with her until she comes around.”“That’s not fair!” I whimpered, still remembering Anna’s withering glare.“With great gifts come great responsibilities,” was Anna’s reply as they helped Luisa back to. Is she married? Does she have children?" No, neither. She lives alone – I think. She's twenty-eight, a year younger than I. I wasn't a supermodel. She was ... is. She's semi-retired. Mostly retired. Selects only the most lucrative assignments. She's in Denver to finish her education. When I spoke to her, she told me all she had left for her Ph.D. was the defense phase of her dissertation." Is the defense scheduled?" I asked."I don't know," Sable said.I grabbed a pad of paper and pen. "Give me.