She showed up while Jay and I were in the middle of a PMS fight. There was no winning, arguments were disintegrating into vicious cycles of self-destruction. Her presence saved us from hell.

Her friend, my acquaintance, introduced us. She just turned 18, left home, wanted to do porn in exhange for some cash. She had a fresh face and a voluptuous body, but a lack of any real interest in anything. She was young, a blank canvas.

We took some photos in the garden. The sun loved her skin. Despite the seemingly bored demeanor, her eyes came alive when captured in the stillness of a photograph. Suddenly, in two dimensions, she became interesting.

“Have you ever seen any porn?” I asked.

She nodded. “I have three older brothers.” Click. Jay snapped a photo of her grinning.

Her answer made me smile. “I see… Do you masturbate?”

“I prefer having it done for me,” she answered in a quiet voice. Click. Now a more pensive look.

“So you’ve had sex before?”

“Yes.” Click, click, click.

“With a man?”

She nodded. Jay went in for a different angle. Click.

“Have you ever been with a woman?”

She nodded again. I made a mental note to stop asking yes/no questions.

“What’s your fantasy?”

“Being in a threesome with a man and a woman,” she ventured, looking me straight in the eyes.

I buckled. She had me right in the palm of her hand. Jay had forgotten about his camera.