"Ohhh… sure," Mimi shrugged her shoulders apologetically, then looked sheepish for a moment before whispering, "… what do you want me to do? I… I've never modeled before."

"No problem. Just follow my orders," he directed, appraising her lithesome body with hungry eyes. "First I have to check you out… see what your best angles are," Dobkins grinned, showing the gums of his teeth. "Don't, worry, honey," he assured, checking to see with a quick turn of the head that the barn door was closed, "It's all right… it's part of my job. I have to look girls over all the time. I've done everything from still-lifes to nudes… a subject is a subject."

"Gosh… I thought you'd just take a couple of fast shots, but then I don't know anything about photography," she wrinkled up her nose, admitting ignorance. There was her downfall…

"Now be a good kid and stand up straight so I can get a good look at you."

"Oh… all right." Mimi stroked her hair smooth and, squaring her shoulders, gave Mr. Dobkins one of those helpless little girl grins that drove men wild. "Do… do I look okay?" she stammered, running her hands down over the tight-fitting faded Levi's she wore, suddenly feeling terribly asexual and embarrassingly innocent for a model. Mimi turned her profile to his eager eyes, her firm full breasts swelling out provocatively beneath her farmer's handkerchief print blouse that knotted about four inches above her waist… just enough to let a sliver of tanned stomach peek through.

The photographer nodded approvingly. "You look great… at least from what I can see. But you're going to have to show a little more leg, honey. Remember, I have to entice the reader." He stood up after adjusting the camera, his hand posed pensively under his chin. "… Guess I shoulda told you to wear cut-offs… you know, the kind with the ragged edges… Levi's, you call them…?"

"Oh… yeah. That would have been nice," echoed Mimi cooperatively. Then her eyes brightened, blue as the sky on a June afternoon. "I could ride back to the dorm and pick up a pair."