Lacy chats up Janice's husband.

At long last Lacy was free of the dress. It made her look beautiful, but it was heavy and hard to move in, and the lights had gotten her pretty sweaty. For all Janice complained about modesty, she allowed her models to wear robes when they weren't dressed for the shoot. That would be a bridge too far.

Whenever Janice finished up a shoot, she always ran off to her editing den. She had hundreds of pictures to look through and dozens of articles to arrange them around. It was a thankless job, but she loved it. That freed up her models to socialize amongst themselves, usually. Today Grace had called it quits early and run off to an audition for some big deal TV show. Lacy's ride wouldn't arrive for another hour, and so she had to make do in other ways.

She slowly made her way over to Mr. Evers. He was a few years older than Janice and going a little bald on the top, but she could still see what had drawn Janice to him. Like Janice he was upbeat, friendly, and very devout. His brother was the minister for their church. If anything, he was the lame duck of the family, outshone by both his brother and his wife. He didn't look bitter about it, though.

"Hey Mr. Evers," said Lacy. "How're you doing?"

"Oh, just swell, Lacy. By gosh, you looked so fun in that dress!" He smiled wide and gave her a thumbs up, but for just a fraction of a second she noticed his eyes flash down to her bare legs. She had just shaved them that morning.

"Thanks, Mr. Evers. You give great compliments."

"Oh, no problem. How you doing, Lacy? You sticking around long?"

She shrugged. "Don't think so. I'll head out soon. Why?"