“Yes, why?”
“Well, get it and let me take a couple of pictures of you. We can send them into this magazine, and you can advertise your talents.”
“Barry, you’re mad.”
“I beg to differ. I’m very serious. Now get your camera. Humor an old man.”
Michael laughed at the idea but reluctantly moved to his desk in the studio where he produced a camera from the desk drawer. “Now what?”
“Drop your sweatpants,” said Barry gleefully.
“You really are crazy.”
“Come along. Drop your pants, and I’ll take a picture for you to send into the magazine.”
“But I told you, Barry, I’m not into that. I massage for professional reasons, for health reasons.”
“Quite right, and s*x is health. Well, it’s good for one’s health. Now go behind your screen if you’re too shy and strip.”
Michael did not bother to go
