I rubbed lotion all over my body which had a slight pear scent. I met Vern back in the living room and he was already sitting on the couch. He popped ...n an old movie, which we didn't bother watching. We was wearing a white robe but I wasn't sure if he was wearing anything underneath. I later learned that he wasn't. He saw what I was wearing and gave a big smile. The tv was the only light in the room but I knew he liked what he saw. I sat next to him and he lifted his arm for me to get more. And he got this picture. Pretty good for a girl who keeps to herself, huh?"I left Roberta's picture on the screen. "I know it sounds like I've been playing cheerleader for my boyfriend's photography. I don't know, maybe I have. I do know that my coach and most of the girls on the team want to pose for him. He was able to find the good pictures where there weren't any before. Roberta likes to sculpt. That picture was taken when she was telling Jack how great it is to look at a piece of stone and. She knew the ramifications of his request as well as he did. Lacy was just an ordinary, run of the mill secretary–one of the legions of similar secretaries in similar offices everywhere. And she knew that heads of companies like Matheson and Grable don't normally fraternize with people as far down the corporate ladder as she was. Yet here he was, asking her to come back to his hotel room and spend the night with him. Lacy wasn't sure what she should do. She knew what she wanted to do, that was. " It was nice to meet you too, Daren," I replied, and with a grin heturned and headed out of the cafeteria."He's too old for you," Dad said moments later.---Dad was leading me down the hall toward the studios. He'd been here withclients enough times to know where to go, but we weren't certain whichstudio we were supposed to be in.Fortunately the receptionist in the studio lobby was able to point us tothe correct one, mentioning that Mr. Thompson and his son were alreadyin there."Sorry," Dad.