Finally, triumphant pride welling in my chest, I jogged to the backyard and called up to my brother’s window. He didn’t come to it. I yelled again...to the same response. I thought about throwing pebbles, but the grass wasn’t giving me anything to throw. Frustrated, I just took off my shirt, balled it up and hurled it at the window. It hit with a thunk.“What?!” He yelled down.“One! And a half! Miles!” I yelled between breaths, “Suck it!”I couldn’t tell his reaction, the window was dark with the. Speaking aloud but to no one in particular, ‘He knows now.’ I dressed, left my room, and waited in the living room for Trish to appear. ‘Sean, where are you,’ Trish called in extra cheerful voice. I answered and got this reply, ‘Close your eyes until I say open, I want to see your first reaction.’ I obeyed expecting that the party dress to be a knock out. ‘Open them.’ If I expected a knock out, I understated my expectations. Trish wore a pale yellow sundress that looked tailored to her form.. I should have been happy, right? The barriers were coming down even faster than I could have imagined. Amy wasn't a model, she was a friend. A part of the family, really. That's the message I got and while I'd never been a model myself, I'd been an artist long enough to know them pretty well.Doing the job was like wearing a mask. If an artist asked Amy to get naked, it wasn't really her doing it. She was detached and distanced from the fantasy being created, much like an actor playing a role.. "One last thing." She pulled off the hair band, shook her head and her tresses fell free. She looked in the mirror anew and thought she beheld a wild-child. The image of her nude body looked back at her from the mirror. The pampered, nubile wife was absent; a temptress had replaced her. She liked it."Room service should be here any minute." She groped in her luggage again and pulled out the silk robe that she had carefully packed. It was the same one she's used to arouse her spouse not many.