Dee’s first task, after makeup, was to do a montage with Channel and Eve. They labored while the cameras rolled, pulling yarn and cutting rolls of silver bubble wrap. Then Dee posed for her Pretty Girl photos. [OK. We can verify that “Pretty Girl” assertion. … While we’re being sincere, we should mention that once again the “regularly scheduled” photos in this story did not fit the “potentially sensitive eyes” standard we employ in the Risqué Communes. We did find suitable — if not placed entirely accurately — replacements, and we should get bonus points for that. Face it: Dee looks stunning even with her clothes on. Of course most of us look much better with our clothes on, so the similarity with Dee stops at that point.]
The French photographer (who, by the way had taken her pictures for Hot Video magazine), led Dee to the top of a long flight of stairs. He’s very gracious about allowing me to snap photos, but there was absolutely no room on the landing – unless I hopped the railing and stood on a platform high above the warehouse floor. No problem. Of all the things I’m afraid of, and I’m pretty much afraid of everything, I’m not afraid of heights. [It’s true. D.Minion may well outlive us all, simply due to her continuing to be blissfully unaware of danger. It isn’t fair really.] I jumped over the railing and began snapping pictures!
As Dee “lost” her clothes, she handed them to me. The warehouse was filthy, and if she put them down anywhere, they’d be soiled before she had a chance to shoot in them. I became a “closet,” with pants, shirt, and underwear wrapped around my neck. And yes, I gave her panties back! [Drat. If we had known more about eBay back then, maybe we’d own Ultimate and Video Team now.]
As she posed, she told me she’d created a “back story” for her character Maria. Maria has 10 brothers and sisters, some of whom are in jail. Her father is an alcoholic. Her mother tries to hold the family together by working two jobs. But the most amazing thing about Maria is that while she works in a factory for minimum wage, she has a perfect French manicure! [OK. So how many of us would choose that particular story given the chance to write our own familial history? What happened to the ever-popular standby, “My parents are really rich and they give me anything I want.”? Seems more fun, and she could keep the manicure.]