CHAPTER 1
I went to the home improvement store a few weeks ago on a Saturday to pick up a few things for a project I was working on. On the way in I fell in step with a cute young girl also headed in. We both smiled and said hi. I stepped aside and let her enter first, being a gentleman. Of course I checked her out. Maybe not so much a gentleman. She was probably about 30, short brown hair, brown eyes, kind of cute. Very nice body. She was wearing tight jeans and a pullover sweater. I was in the screw and nail aisle getting some screws and she came down that aisle. She said, "We meet again."
"Hello again." I went about my shopping. Then when I was getting some wood glue in another aisle here she came again.
"I swear I'm not following you," she said and smiled.
"Hey. I wouldn't mind if you were." She laughed and went on her way.
When I approached the self checkout there she was, in front of me. "Hi again," I said. "I AM following you." Then I held up my hands on a defensive gesture. "No. Just kidding. I'm not a stalker or anything."
She laughed and said, "Good to know."
She finished checking out and I stepped up and paid for my stuff. When I stepped out the front door there she stood. "I lost my receipt," she said.
"Well that sucks. I'll give you mine," I joked.
"Thanks. That's really sweet. But I don't think that would do me any good."
"No, I guess not. I can help you look. It's a little breezy so it probably went that way," I said and pointed the way the wind was blowing.
"Thanks. But, you're right. As windy as it is it's probably long gone."
"Well I'm sure they can reprint it for you."
"You know? I probably don't need it anyway. I doubt I'll be returning this."
"And even if you do they can look it up by your card number if you paid by card."
"I did. That's right. I forgot they can do that. Thank you."
"You're welcome. Have a good day."
"You too."
I watched her ass as she walked away and thought, 'that was a little odd. It almost seems like she was just looking for an excuse to talk to me. But I know that can't be true. She's 10 years younger than me. And I'm far from being a chick magnet. Just wishful thinking.'
I drove across the street to Mickey D's to get a burger. I got my lunch and sat at a table to eat and looked at a magazine I had with me. I heard a female voice, "Hello again. We just keep bumping into each other." She was standing by my table holding her tray of food.
"Must be fate."
"Well, enjoy your lunch."
"Would you like to join me?"
"I see you're reading so I won't disturb you."
"Just something to do while I eat. Sit. I'd enjoy the company."
"Okay. If you're sure."
"Positive. I'm Lenny." I stuck out my hand.
"Patricia. Or Pat. Just not Patty. Nice to meet you."
"Same here. I feel like we're old friends we've met so many times."
"I know. It's crazy."
We talked while we ate. I found out she is an RN, single, but has a boyfriend. I told her I was a graphic design artist for an advertising company, single as well, but have a girlfriend. She said, "I thought maybe you were a photographer. I see your magazine there."
"Oh. Yeah. I do it as a side hustle. I'd like to go pro with it but for right now it's just something I do for fun. Well, not entirely. I do advertise and take some jobs. Trying to build up a clientele. That's actually why I was at the store. Getting supplies to build a backdrop I saw in this magazine I have here."
"Oh.What kind of photos do you do?"
"Landscape, wildlife, nature, people, cars. Pretty much anything, I guess. I contract to do car shows, weddings, personal portraits, and sell a little bit to magazines. I do okay, but not enough to live on without my other job."
"Sounds like fun. I used to like taking pictures. Just as a hobby. I wasn't all that good and gave it up. Do you do your own developing?''
"Oh yeah." And I bet you were better than you let on."
"No. I wasn't. But I did enjoy it."
"Well that's all that matters if it's just a hobby."
"I'd love to see some of your work."
"Sure. Anytime."
"I'm free right now. Are you?"
"Well, yeah. If you're serious."
"I am."
"Okay. Wanna follow me to my house. That's where my studio is. In my house. It's not far."
"Yeah. Let's go."
CHAPTER 2
She followed me home and I showed her my studio, darkroom, and equipment. I had some portraits hanging on the walls that she looked at. All different types. She said she was impressed. That they were really good. She asked if I had more and I got out a couple of albums to show her. She said she really liked them.
She said she really liked the way I did the portraits of people. There were several different ones. Glamour shots, regular portraits, indoors, outdoors, in front of backdrops, all types.
"Can I take a couple of you?"
"What on earth for?"
"I just love taking pictures. Particularly of beautiful women. I just keep them for my personal collection. And also to show potential customers."
"I've always wanted to get some professional portraits done but I can't afford it."
"Oh no. I wouldn't charge you. Like I said, these would just be for my collection. And to use in my portfolio to show to my customers when I'm trying to get their business. With you permission, of course. And of course I'd give you copies as well. What do you say? Sit for me?"
"Well. Yeah. I'd be willing to do it, I guess.
"Great! Let me just set up a backdrop."
"You mean now!? I can't do it now. I mean, I'm not dressed for it. And I don't have my make-up on. And my hair's a mess."
"You look great."
"Can we do it tomorrow? I'm off tomorrow, too. I'd much rather be dressed nicer and fix my hair and make-up. If that suits you."
"Yeah. Works for me. Say about 1?"
"Yeah, 1 is good. See you then."
CHAPTER 3
She showed up at 1 as planned. She looked really pretty. She was wearing a nice dress. White, with those sparkly things on it. Low cut in the back and just low enough in the front to show a slight V of cleavage. It wasn't real short but showed a couple inches of leg above her knees. Her legs were quite nice. She wore hose and white shoes. She had curled her hair. It wasn't curly, just curled in towards her neck at the bottom. She had put make-up on but not too much, thankfully. I don't like a lot of make-up. Just enough to enhance their beauty, not make it look fake.
"Wow! You look fabulous!"
"Thank you. I thought since you said you wanted to use my picture in your portfolio I should try to look nice. Is this okay?''
"It's perfect." I snapped several shots of her in various positions and poses and in front of various backdrops. "You know what?" I asked. "I would like to get a few shots of you in your nurse's uniform. Would that be possible? Do you wear scrubs?"
"Yeah. Blue scrubs."
"Perfect. I think they would be great in my portfolio. I can follow you to your house if you want or you can come back sometime. Whatever you prefer."
"I only live about 3 miles from here. I'll run home and change and come back if you want to do it now."