Jerry was your typical assistant professor at the University of Pennsylvania.Jerry was your typical assistant professor at the University of Pennsylvania. Mid-30's, married with two children, dedicated to his job and completely inundated with bills. Mortgage bills, car payments, credit cards, saving for the kids' weddings, you name it -- and now Krissy, his wife of nine years, was bugging him for a new living room rug. And while they had a nice house in the Germantown section of Philadelphia, the couple was just making it on his salary and hers, which wasn't much. Krissy was a clerk in a book shop and didn't make that much money. So he decided to look for a part-time job, something he could do after school and that wouldn't really take too much concentration. He noticed an add in the Inquirer requesting a male nude model for a small art school over on Chestnut Street, only about 25 minutes from home and relatively close to the university. "Heck,'' Jerry thought as he drove home from work. "I keep in pretty good shape. I'm no Adonis, but I work out once in a while. There's not much flab. I'll give it a shot. I'll just tell Krissy I've got a research project at the school and have to stay late a few evening a week.'' So the next moring he called the number in the add. A woman named Veronica answered and took all the regular information. "Did he ever model before?''she asked. "Well, no but I think I could strike a pose. |