“Really ... Thank you mister ... Oh sorry, John.”“So you take pictures of girls then”? May asked.“Yes and good models can make a lot of mone... if a modelling agency signs them up”.“Really ... how much do they make”? May asked all inquisitively.“Well it depends on the company. If it’s a fashion company like Matalan or Next you could make a couple of hundred pounds per shoot. Or if a girl is tall and really photogenic, and the big agencies book them for the catwalk shows like you see on TV, they. Renu (name changed) is tall and is on the fatter side. Her face is innocent with a pleasant smile. We decided to meet up in Coimbatore for a movie which she agreed after a lot of persuasions. She stood there in her salwar before her college. We hurried to the theater and almost missed out the dramatic entrance of Batman in the Lego Batman Movie.We managed to reach our seats which I booked in the top corner with the intention of talking to her. I held her hand and couldn’t resist looking at her.. " Well done girls! I said it before, but I'd have loved to have had two daughters like you!" You mentioned you had a couple of sons?" said Gwen."Yes. Damned traitors - one an Air Commodore and the other a Rear Admiral - I mean to say girls - what's wrong with the Army?"Both Jess and Gwen could see that the old man was really very proud indeed of his sons and smiled politely.Finally the General broke off from watching the evening news."Both of you are staying the night. No arguments - got. "This doc sure takes a while," I mutter to myself. I hear a knock at the door and the doctor comes in. I smile and gulp just a bit. This doctor is about thirty five or so, blonde, brown eyes and handsome. He gives a perfunctory smile to me and asks the usual questions for a yearly physical. All business, this guy. After looking in my ears, eyes and feeling around my neck he tells me to lay back on the exam table. He presses down on parts of my abdomen and right above my groin. I'm doing my best.