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Well, we’re on our way. I find it hard to believe that we’ve gotten this far. Actually I find it hard to believe that I’ve agreed to this at all. She is really gorgeous though. Don’t know how he picked her out of the crowd but he must have as good an eye as I do. At first she was pretty pissed off about it. How dare he even suggest such a thing, and at the mall at that! I was ready to kill him at first. Even called the cops on him. After a few weeks he had the nerve to show back up at the store where I worked. I’m not quite sure how he convinced me not to kick him out but I listened anyway. He explained that he wasn’t a photographer like others you read about. He really did like the female body and my girlfriends had intrigued him for some time. I have to admit that I was pretty attached to it as well. Really nice figure. Long long legs, nice butt. She was absolutely beautiful.
Well, to make a long story short Bob and I became friends. Had a few drinks together from time to time. He actually turned out to be a really nice guy. Bob stated learning photography when he was in Junior High and like most Junior High guys really liked looking at girls. However, the more Bob looked at them the more he realized just what an outstanding figure girls had! Well, one thing led to another, Bob continued his photo efforts in High School, then college. Graduated and opened his own studio. Had to make money to live so he started with the usual…Weddings, Bamitzphas, etc, etc, etc. Took glamour shots in his spare time to make things a bit more comfortable.
My soon to be wife and I were a bit bored one night and decided to head out for a drink down at the local hangout. It was a Monday night, not a lot going on just wanted to be comfortable and get out of the heat. My fiancées parents were out when I stopped by to pick her up. As usual, when she could get away with it, she wore what she wanted to and not what her parents would prefer. This particular night she had on the same old jeans that she loved…low cut, straight legged, and as tight as possible in the butt. Personally I loved them. But of course, I am a guy. For a top she had a silk halter with a lightweight cotton shirt to cover, unbuttoned of course. We walked on out to the car and headed down to the bar.
Upon arrival the parking lot was a bit crowded and it actually looked like it could rain any minute now. I dropped my fiancée at the door and told her to go on in and find us a table. I found a parking place out in the back forty and walked on inside. It was a lot more crowded than I thought it would be but finally located her sitting at the edge of the dance floor and as usual two or three guys were trying to pick her up. Now, this is the part I like best. I stood there for a minute to let my eyes adjust and just take in the attempts by the local talent, worked my way through the crowd, sidled up to the table, placed my hands on her shoulders and gave her a peck on the cheek.
“Hi babe,” I said. Well, the locals couldn’t stand it now so they walked on off in disgust. Not me, I sat there just as happy as a lark and grinned. “More talent trying to steal you away from me eh?” I said.
She just grinned and kicked me under the table. “How bout getting us a drink?” she whispered. “Make it something different but not too sweet.” Back across the bar I went in search of her wishes.
About half way there I heard my name called from across the floor. “Hey Dave! Where have you been?.” I turned around and low and behold it was Bob. I hadn’t seen him in a few weeks and he wanted to catch up on what’s been up in my neck of the woods. I invited him to join my fiancée and I at our table at about the same time that I remembered she wanted to kill him. Oh well, maybe she forgot?