Page 47 of The Ground Beneath Our Feet
“But how do you do it?”
“I’m no different than you. You’ve got as muchoomphas I do.”
“I really don’t think I do.”
“I know you don’t think that. But you do. With those bedroom eyes and your body? You’re so hot, the guys wouldn’t know what to do. Hell, I’d do you, and I’m straight.”
“I don’t look like the girls in magazines, though.”
“You’re reading the wrong ones. Things are starting to change. When the average-sized woman can’t shop in an average-sized woman’s store, you know that something is wrong. Society is fucked, not you.”
“That’s what my roommate says.” I looked at my phone. “I gotta get back to work.” She caught my eye. “Thanks.”
“Any time, lovey.”
When I got back to my office, I called the photographer.
That night, dreaming of the sexy pictures I’d take, I started searching for boudoir pictures on Tumblr. That got me looking at other things on Tumblr. And with that, I needed to unpack a few things my mother didn’t know about.
