“What? Why are you smiling like that?” “Nothing, I just remembered something.” “If you say so. Make yourself at home. My room’s down the...corridor, on the left.” “Okay.” She walked into his room and noticed the abundance of posters present. Sum 41, AC/DC, and Guns n’ Roses were clearly some of Jake’s favorite bands. Natalia was in a bit of a shock, for she never knew that she and Jake shared the same taste in music. That only made her want him even more. Great. Now he has good taste too?. Back to what happened last weekend.It started on Thursday night when Kip asked me if I wanted to go to Aspen for the weekend? I have never been (Kip lives in Breckenridge and Aspen is a two hour drive). Of course I’d love to snowboard Aspen but I had looked at it in the past and it is phenomenally expensive, accommodation and ski lift passes.I expressed that financial concern to Kip who said he had an offer for me.We had a free place to stay, free lift tickets and all we had to do was let this. You just go over to a clothes rack and strip off, in front of the photographer, sometimes his assistant, and if it's really posh, a dresser – often male."You think nothing of it. You do get the odd slime-ball who tries to get off with you, but they don't push it – they'd lose trade if that sort of thing got around. Girls would refuse to model for them. Some of the photographers are fit guys, and I'm sure some girls fuck them. Not me. Not even when I was not in a relationship."That's not all.. Now that wasn't quite as shocking as it seems. After all, I was a normal girl growing up (in fact I still consider myself a normal girl, I just happen to be a lesbian and butch). I wore dresses and lipstick and even kissed boys. I just figured out finally that all that wasn't me.The restaurant was lovely and Jessica and I enjoyed the meal and the conversation that went with it. I have always been interested in art and poetry and discovered that Jessica was a closet poetess. She, quite shyly,.