I did notice how excited Dave would get when I would go braless in public and leave several buttons undone. I began to feel more comfortable going bra...less and did so almost all of the time. While we were still in college (we met when we were both freshman) Dave talked me in to letting him take pictures of me wearing sheer tops and no bra. These were Polaroids, as this was many years before digital cameras. I found out he wasn’t real careful about where he would leave them and several of his. He did not. Tuesday, I did the same and again, no response. I was hardly able to sleep both nights. I cried. Tuesday evening, I worked at the Lingerie show. Every night after returning home from a show, I would email Bryan with how much money I made. I did this and no response.I was almost sent home by the bar manager that night. We girls mostly used the manager's office to change clothes and lingerie during our shows. Mostly because the office was the only place to do so. We needed an area. I knew that in a very short time I would be shivering so badly that I’d be forced to pull the matted sheets back up again, but for now I was just too hot. Damn fever! The mild flu that had sent me to bed early on Friday night had, over the weekend, developed into a raging fever. Frank had wanted to stay home with me, but I wouldn’t let him miss work. Besides, it wasn’t like he could do anything. I just had to sweat it out. Literally. The doorbell rang. I squinted at the clock. Which for her was confined put always seeming ready to break out of whatever she was wearing. I said, "Lets go into the sitting room I don't want you falling off the table and hurting yourself if you get to excited. If you want you can pose for me on the sofa". Elke jumped up grabbing me by the pulling me toward the sitting room, saying "Come on this is exciting I've never been a photo model before, will you print some of the shots for me when we're finished". "Of course I will, if you like any.