by SteveO
Wednesday was turning into one of those days you tend to forget. Breakfast, out the door just after eight, drive for about an hour, meet the client, discuss the photo shoot ideas, shake hands, and off again. Fills up the morning, I guess. I had nothing planned for the afternoon, so thought I’d drop into see my mate Reg. He’s really into his photography. Likes to take pictures of young ladies in his studio. More like soft porn if you ask me, not really my thing, doesn’t pay the bills either. But he seems happy enough. His missus left him about two years ago. I can’t understand why, because he’s actually a nice guy when you get to know him. I guess she got sick of his “hobby”.
Anyway, I called around to Reg’s place. As I was walking up the driveway I was thinking maybe I should have rung first. I knocked on the door and a young lady, say twenty, answers. “Reg in?” I enquire. She’s barefoot and wearing what looks like a robe. She smiles at me. “He’s out back in the studio” she says, pointing to the path that leads around the back to his garage cum studio. “Thanks” I’d been there many times before. In winter you have to walk through the wet grass and it messes up your shoes. The door to the studio is just your normal aluminium garage door, but the glass window has been blacked out with some sort of dark material. I call out as I open the door. The studio is the size of a double garage with all the walls painted stark white, and two enormous softboxes and flashes on tripods, mounted either side of the main studio. Reg stood towards the centre of the room, camera in hand. He gestured for me to come in.
As my eyes adjusted to the light, I could make out the figure of a young lady, sitting in the middle of the studio. I got closer and realised it was Julie from the shoot a few days ago. “Hi” I said. She looked away from Reg towards me and realised who I was. “ Hi. I’m doing this for Rex. Do you think he’ll like them?” she said. I smiled. “Of course he will”. She wasn’t wearing much.
“Let’s take a break. Julie, you go and get on those fancy knickers you were telling me about.” Said Reg” Go to the house and make yourself a coffee. Pete and I have some catching up to do. We shouldn’t be too long”
I watched Julie walk out and wondered what Rex really would think.
Wednesday was turning into one of those days you tend to forget. Breakfast, out the door just after eight, drive for about an hour, meet the client, discuss the photo shoot ideas, shake hands, and off again. Fills up the morning, I guess. I had nothing planned for the afternoon, so thought I’d drop into see my mate Reg. He’s really into his photography. Likes to take pictures of young ladies in his studio. More like soft porn if you ask me, not really my thing, doesn’t pay the bills either. But he seems happy enough. His missus left him about two years ago. I can’t understand why, because he’s actually a nice guy when you get to know him. I guess she got sick of his “hobby”.
Anyway, I called around to Reg’s place. As I was walking up the driveway I was thinking maybe I should have rung first. I knocked on the door and a young lady, say twenty, answers. “Reg in?” I enquire. She’s barefoot and wearing what looks like a robe. She smiles at me. “He’s out back in the studio” she says, pointing to the path that leads around the back to his garage cum studio. “Thanks” I’d been there many times before. In winter you have to walk through the wet grass and it messes up your shoes. The door to the studio is just your normal aluminium garage door, but the glass window has been blacked out with some sort of dark material. I call out as I open the door. The studio is the size of a double garage with all the walls painted stark white, and two enormous softboxes and flashes on tripods, mounted either side of the main studio. Reg stood towards the centre of the room, camera in hand. He gestured for me to come in.
As my eyes adjusted to the light, I could make out the figure of a young lady, sitting in the middle of the studio. I got closer and realised it was Julie from the shoot a few days ago. “Hi” I said. She looked away from Reg towards me and realised who I was. “ Hi. I’m doing this for Rex. Do you think he’ll like them?” she said. I smiled. “Of course he will”. She wasn’t wearing much.
“Let’s take a break. Julie, you go and get on those fancy knickers you were telling me about.” Said Reg” Go to the house and make yourself a coffee. Pete and I have some catching up to do. We shouldn’t be too long”
I watched Julie walk out and wondered what Rex really would think.
Reg told me to have a seat. He smiled. “You know what? A lot of guys think I’ve got a great life, photographing lovely young ladies, not having to work for a living - and getting the pension as well.”
Not many men in their seventies could say that, I thought.
“But it’s not all beer and skittles, you know. Just last week the doctor rang me up with the results of my blood tests. You’re not eating properly, the doc says.” Reg has a real Southern English drawl, he’d been in the Royal navy, and there was roughness to the way he spoke.
“Well I guess he’s right” said Reg” It’s hard when you’re living alone. I hate cooking for one, my wife used to do all that.”
“Well I guess he’s right” said Reg” It’s hard when you’re living alone. I hate cooking for one, my wife used to do all that.”
“What about your housekeeper? I met her at the door” I ask.
Reg grinned.
“She’s my neighbour. Her hot water’s on the blink and she asked if she could borrow my shower”. Julie returned, coffee cup in hand, and I stood up. “I’ll leave you two to it – I’ll see you soon”
In the car on the way home I wondered if I would be seeing Julie again.
“She’s my neighbour. Her hot water’s on the blink and she asked if she could borrow my shower”. Julie returned, coffee cup in hand, and I stood up. “I’ll leave you two to it – I’ll see you soon”
In the car on the way home I wondered if I would be seeing Julie again.
