The Model

Written by: Lickythighs

In which Jenny finds that one thing leads to another...

The Model 

Jenny sighed, how the hell was she going to manage now. The final
paragraph of the letter she held said it all. "In view of all the 
foregoing and because your husband was not wearing a seatbelt at the 
time of his death, the company has no alternative but to reduce the 
claim by 75%". 

She took stock: widowed at 28, because of a stupid drunk driver she had
no assets of her own. The house was mortgaged, the school fees 
borrowed, she had no job, ergo no income. Already the bills were piling 
up, she needed money - and now. Deciding that she just had to get a 
job, Jenny walked to the local newsagent to pick up a paper. Arriving 
home she studied the sits vacant columns. Nothing. Nothing at all. 
Everyone wanted experience of typing or selling and Jenny had never 
worked since she married Jules. 

Jules, - how could he forget his seatbelt just this one critical time.
He was the most careful of drivers, she would frequently ask him to 
hurry up when they were out together, but he always took things slowly 
and carefully, his motto "better dead late than dead" stuck in her 
mind. Tears welled up as she fought for control, how could he leave her 
like this? She went back to looking in the paper. There was something. 
Model required for still life portraiture, no experience needed, hours 
to suit though some evening work may be required. It gave a local phone 
number. She agonised for a while wondering if she really wanted to go 
down this road, then looking at the latest electricity bill, she rang 
the number. 

"Jefferson College" 

"Oh er hello. I am enquiring about the part time modelling job" 

"I'll put you through to the art department" 

A pause. Jenny nearly hung up. 

"Hello? Jack Johnson" A mans voice, deep and reassuring and calm 

"Oh, Hello I was enquiring about the vacancy for the model". 

"Oh yes that, well it's quite simple really we just need someone who
will pose for our art class. 

"Well err, I have never done anything like that, but I need a job and I
am a quick learner, do you think I could come and see you about it?" 

"Sure, come on over about 3.00 pm tomorrow and we'll talk, what name is
it? 

"Jenny Carmichael" 

"OK Ms Carmichael three o'clock then". The next day duly arrived and
Jenny dressed care fully trying to create the right image for the 
interview. After trying on several suits she settled on a smart navy 
suit with a white blouse. She checked herself in the mirror. She looked 
good in a quietly sexy sort of way. She made her way to the college 
arriving just in time for her interview. She introduced herself and was 
asked to wait in the foyer while a call was made to get Mr Johnson She 
waited nervously as the minutes dragged by. People were passing through 
on their various tasks, all looking busy and harassed. The time passed 
slowly until at 3.15 she started to rise to ask if Mr Johnson was 
coming. He came scuttling around the corner, slightly breathless and 
very apologetic. 

"Oh Ms Carmichael, so sorry to be late, I was held up by the last class.
Please come through to my office where we can talk in private" 

They walked together down a long corridor, before entering his "office".


Jenny looked around in dismay, the room was a shambles. Bits of old
paintings and sketches were laying all over the room, the shelves were 
groaning under the weight of books on them an old chair with the 
stuffing sticking out was behind an equally old desk, and over 


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