Reposed in her open coffin, lifelike, black coiffured hair, fingernails polished pearl white, hands holding a red bouquet, dressed in black and white,... the impression was, she would rise up, smile and participate with us. Instead, she was dead, never to move again, a corpse, no longer among us, her body discomposing indecipherably as we watched. The lid, soon to be closed, she so neatly tucked into her coffin, it to be lowered into the damp earth, all to rot.Oh God, poor Rickie, Mom, Dad what do. “I’ll let Béla know, too. We look forward to finally meeting you face to face. Both of you, of course.”“You mean you’ve never met your dad?” Tabatha asked.The screen went dark. Jake chuckled to himself, then went back upstairs. It was awfully quiet up there. Too quiet... There was water splashed all over the bathroom. There was no Béla and no Lisa anywhere. Béla’s clothes were in the bathtub, soaking wet. Evidently she’d teleported right out of them. Jake sighed, thinking, ‘No telling where. “There is a sense in marketing that the model should give off beauty and grace, but not exude a sense of physicality that might be intimidating.” I wondered where this was going. I laughed to myself, had my career as a model ended with only a trial photoshoot in the back of the estate? “The belief has been that the clothes and shoes should look good on the model and the attraction should be that, since it is clothes and shoes that we make and sell.” Yep, my modeling career, that I didn’t want,. “I don’t want to pressure you…” Nicole said. “I just know one year, a woman came up to me after I did this, and told me that everyone could see my nipples. I was so mortified, I spent the next hour panicked I would be arrested. Then I got Will, and he REALLY looked to see if he could spot my nipples…”She stopped, suddenly self-aware.I blushed.“Oh wow, that totally sounds like a line…”I just had to help her out. Besides, she was so charming in her shy way. I could tell it was new to her, still.