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It
was too cold, on a particular September night, to be running around naked on a
baseball diamond. With a towel tucked around his waist, Skip Quincy, ace
shortstop for the New York Nighthawks, padded barefoot out to the field. Since
there was no game, the stadium was dark. Mimi Banner, photographer, had bright
lights set up on the grass.
Skip
gripped the towel with both hands, keeping it in place. Too cold to worry about
popping a boner in front of this lady.
“How
many women have you slept with, Skip?” Mimi asked, as she examined her camera.
“I
don’t know. Enough.”
“Then
being naked in front of me shouldn’t be a problem.”
“I’ve
never posed for pictures. You’re not gonna take a picture of my dick, are you?”
“Nope.
Art becomes porn if I’m not careful.”
“What
are you going to do with these?”
“Exhibit
them. In a gallery.”
“Why
me?”
“I
told you. Your body has just the shape I’m looking for.”
“What
about the rest of the team?”
“I
took their photos for Nelson Hingus. He’s paying me a mint. Those portraits are
going to hang in the stadium.”
“I
mean what about some of them, uh,
naked?”
“Nope.
You’re the only one who’s got what I’m looking for.”
Ordinarily,
those words would be music to his ears, and he’d move right in on her. But not
this time. He shook his head. “Let’s get this over with. It’s damn cold out
here.”
“Don’t
worry. I told you I’m not shooting your, uh, private parts. Let’s get started.”
He
stepped in front of the lights and dropped his towel. “Did Rowley know you did
this? Take shots of naked men?”
“I didn’t do it when he was alive. He’d have killed
me.”
“Can’t
blame him. Where should I stand?”
Mimi
instructed him, then adjusted the lights, looked through her lens, readjusted
the lights and took a couple of shots. He diverted himself by memorizing her
body. His gaze scanned her curves again, and again, settling in the most
inappropriate places when she wasn’t looking. Finally, the chill wind got to
him.
“Got
enough? I’m freezing.”
“I
know. It’s showing.”
“Hey,
nothing I can do about that. Besides you said my dick was off limits.”
“Not
that, your skin, your arms, belly. Goosebumps are visible.”
“That
means we quit?”
She
nodded. “I guess so. Can we do this again?”
“Nope,”
he said, heading back to the locker room.
“Okay,
okay. You’ve been pretty good about it.”
“Damn
right. Now how about I take you to dinner Saturday?”
“Okay.”
Her lips formed a half-smile.
“Well,
don’t fall all over yourself with enthusiasm.”
She
laid her hand on his arm. “I’m sorry. I haven’t been dating since Rowley
passed.”
He
shrugged his shirt over his impressive shoulders and hugged her. “I’m sorry. Of
course. If it’s too soon…”
“It
isn’t. Everybody’s been telling me I need to get back up on the horse,” she
said, then stopped, blushing. “I mean start dating again.”
“And
I’m just the horse for you.” He shot her a grin.
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