The terrifying news

Jonathan was quiet in the car while driving me to my studio shoot. He seemed to be thinking and I wondered... How did he feel about the nude modeling? What had Ethan told him about it? Had he ever seen any of my pic tures? I guess I wouldn't know if I didn't ask him, and that was something I didn't get into with people. My modeling was personal and not open to negoti- ation.

In no time, it seemed, Jonathan pulled up to the address in Notting Hill and waited for me to enter the elegant white house that was hosting my photo shoot today. I waved to him as I went in, and then I was off to work, my focus shifting smoothly to what I'd been hired to do.

The inane questions people ask during conversations are so ridiculous at times I wonder how I manage not to leap on the table and shout, "How can you be so fucking stupid and manage to still be breathing?!" Alas... I've learned to keep my flap shut even when it has pained me greatly to do so.

I was just about to sneak in a much-needed nicotin