"Don't Worry, We'll Get Her Kit Off !"

"Nice bum Kieron !" In his hurry to show his friend Trudy the photo of the naked Debbi posing as Venus, Kieron had forgotten that the photo also displayed Cupid's ass. The post boy blushed. Trudy wasn't his girlfriend as such but had been a mate since school when they had bonded as two nerdish outsiders against the jocks and divas. Trudy also hoped to get onto the media studies course and had written the screenplay for the prospective short that would be their audition piece.

"And you say this woman has actually agreed to help us and act in our film ?" Trudy continued. "Kind of, yeah" said Kieron, a little less sure as he replayed in his head exactly what had been said during the conversation when he was given a lift home. "She said I was wasting my time as a post boy. Though she did say that she wouldn't take her clothes off" he added. "But that's the whole point of my screenplay" Trudy objected. "Did you tell her what the concept was ?" she asked. "No, we didn't get that far" Kieron replied.

"Then why did she even mention taking her clothes off ?" Trudy wondered. "I don't know, it was just something she said out of the blue" answered Kieron. " I reckon that she wants to subliminally" asserted Trudy, who had read a few books on Freudian psychology and considered herself an expert. "It looks like she's used to it and she certainly has the body for it" she asserted, looking again at the photo and ruefully regarding her own somewhat dumpy frame with its remnants of puppy fat.

"No worries, leave it all to me. From what you told me, she seems to have committed to helping you take your life in hand and I bet she's a bit of a softy at heart. I'll spring it on her on the day and we'll get her kit off !"