I nodded at the cameras. “If you’re going to take photos, I’ll be glad to sign a model release,” I said.“We were about to ask you to sign on..., Tom. I’ll get one,” Jane said.She pulled out a drawer of a mahogany secretary, grabbed a form, and handed it to me along with a pen. I stood up and used the fold out desk of the secretary to sign it. I signed and handed it back to Jane. She signed as witness and put it back in the drawer.“You know, about three years ago I almost married an Indian girl,”. " Thank you, so much. My goodness, you're thinking of everything!" Yep, in case someone wants to know a little more about you. Theyexpect a model from an agency, even a small agency, and now you're that.I have a contract back at the office that I'll give you a copy of whenwe get back, which is just a standard boilerplate one, nothing unusual Ihaven't told you. Which means you'll be paid standard hours for theshoot. The agency has been around, just newly on the internet." That's so smart of. I won’t scream though because I haven’t quite passed over into being completely socially incapable but can you hear it? “Please!” I say and now I look pathetic, horny but pathetic, at that moment I know that I will cry out when you plunge into me, I will beg you over and over again, you wont know what I’m begging for so you’ll keep ploughing into me over and over, harder and harder, and the begging will continue, it’ll become more urgent so you’ll keep obliging me until we reach a level you. We never did though, we were always too chicken." I can't believe this. Hang on." I pulled out my cell phone and called Nancy. When she answered, I said, "Guess who I'm having dinner with at Friday's?"In her ever dry sense of humor, "Who, Madonna?" Better looking, your friend, Sarah."She squealed yelling "No way, put her on."I handed my cell phone to Sarah and listened to my half of a girly giggle fest between two close friends. She finally said, "Oh Nancy, I can't do that, we just met." Sarah.