There was some photography equipment. Some lights and lots of cameras. "Geez! I think that is...." I was about to say. "Fuck man! Come on! Time is mon...y. I got this model waiting for me. I'm going broke talking to you man." said the old guy. "Oh! It's actually across town. Near the high school. You can't miss it. Just hang a left pass the school. There used to be a Elm Street over here but they moved it." I said with a big smile.He rolled up his window as he spun the tires. I laughed as he rode. I left my tie-dyed anklets on but shed my formal work attire, strictly pressed cream slacks and a white button up with a bright pink cardi. I never wore heels when I worked; I wasn’t gifted with balance to pull off pumps and picture-taking. While people hire photographers to be artistic and different, they aren’t about to shell out a few thousand dollars for their daughters portfolio shots if the photographer shows up in scrubby sweatpants and a holey tee-shirt and nerdy glasses. I looked in. She went back to the phone and told Tony that I had said it was fine for him to come by and that she'd be ready for him, as she was going to get a quick shower and get pretty for him. It wasn't long before she was done with her shower and put on a sexy looking nightie and a sexy robe and was waiting for Tony to show. I went out into the front yard and was drinking my beer, went Tony pulled into the driveway. "Hi there Ed," he said as he climbed out of his car with a half case of Rainer beer in. Fine.. I mean I'm a man dressed up in girls clothesdoing a stupid job waiting on tables when I'm a highly paid computerprogrammer. Of course everything is fine."Amanda looked at him harshly. "Now look" she hissed, "firstly its notmy fault you got yourself into this. Secondly, this stupid job as youput it pays my bills, I don't like it too much either, but we can'tall be mega rich clever clogs. Thirdly, I am a girl and I don't likethe uniform much either, but it goes with the job. Fourthly, you.