Julie Stanton was bored. Her husband was gone again. He
was always gone since he’d gone to that special school.
He was a Lieutenant in the Army and since taking anti-
terrorism classes he was usually off somewhere in the
world where she couldn’t go. It wouldn’t have been so
bad except that she’d only been married for a little
over a year. She’d wanted to start having children
right away, but that’s hard to do when you don’t get
any sperm in you. And with Roger gone all the time, she
had a definite shortage of sperm.
Normally she didn’t need to work, but Roger had gone to
some place where he couldn’t even call her and he’d
taken the check book with him. She had a credit card,
but she didn’t want to rack up a big bill that she
couldn’t pay off at the end of the month.
She needed some spending money.
And she was bored. So, she was leafing through the
paper, looking in the want ads. Something caught her
eye. “Models wanted for illustrations for book. Must be
young and fit. Some nudity required.” She almost went
on, dismissing the ad, but curiosity got the better of
her. She called the number listed and, after answering
a few questions she had an appointment to talk to the