She came over, dolled herself up, and proceeded to pose in the tiny make-shift studio (spare room / laundry room) with a creased sheet and a hole in the wall.
Four hours and more than a hundred photos later Denise was developing a spasm in her neck and I was sure that I had "The One". My model went off on her merry way and I uploaded the pics.
I'd hardly completed this when I received a call from Denise - in tears and barely able to speak. My skin grew with goosebumps. I was hooked.
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