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someone of the same sex. Then I became a little cocky. “Well, that’s a shame. You are too pretty and sexy to reserve yourself for a man,” I said, assuming that would be the end of it. I wanted to leave her something to think about later.
    But she threw me for a loop and stared me down with conviction. “I’ve wondered.” She inhaled a long drag from her smoke as she peered into my eyes. The crickets and mosquitos were few as the temperatures began to drop with seasonal changes. The bitter wind rushed through what was left of the leaves that seemed to hush the moment into an unexplainable stillness. Returning her glare the best I could through the darkness, sparks of hope burst in my heart and crotch. I leaned into her next words as the wind pushed my hair into my face. “But I try to lead a Christian life and just wouldn’t do something like that.” I pulled my upper body away from hers as the smoke billowed from her mouth with each word. It shut my excitement down like a switch.
    She cocked her lips sideways and blew out the last bit from her lungs before inhaling fresh, crisp air again. What a vixen.
    Each move she made reminded me of the legendary pinup, Betty Paige, a woman taboo for her time because of her attitude on sex. Not only did Rachel look like her, but she also shared a similar faith in Jesus Christ our Savior. Not many people know about Betty’s strong foundation in the church because of her overshadowing modeling career. To be honest, most don’t even know that she began as a legitimate fashion model.
    Average Americans know Betty Paige from kinky leather-clad photo shoots where she was depicted spanking other girls with catlike prowess. Her perceived sexuality came from within as she smiled and had fun with her portrayal of a dominatrix. Her swimsuit modeling career was dominated by the risky photos she posed for in the days when men could get arrested for buying filth like that. The taboo photo opportunities were short-lived, but no one seems to remember the beginning of her career or how she tried to go back to acceptable modeling after it.
    Betty actually ended her modeling career to be a preacher of the word of God. She claimed the photos simulating sadomasochistic acts were lighthearted and never understood why it was wrong if she was covered with clothing. After all, Adam and Eve were nude in the Garden of Eden, and no one had damned and judged them but God himself.
    Everything about Rachel reminded me of Miss Betty in those old pinup calendars. Rachel had the same bubbly smile and a whimsical sense of humor with an undeniable sexuality, just like Betty Paige. She was a vixen with a cross around her neck, a twisted beautiful mess of good versus evil. It made her more alluring, yet more unobtainable at the same time. After Rachel explained how she was set in her religious beliefs and wouldn’t be with a woman, she reached out to gently touch my face. The smell of her peach hand lotion hit me, and I was surprised I hadn’t smelled it before then. Her touch was soft as she stroked my cheek with the back of her bent fingers. It seemed as if she was lingering in contemplation. “Thanks anyway. You are beautiful.” She dismissed me verbally but added a wink.
    It was the teasing nature of Betty Paige’s pictures that made her famous, but that was also the crap Rachel used to manipulate me with. It was like man versus dog. She was the owner teasing me, the dog, with a toy until there was a pool of drool at my paws. She squeaked the toy excitedly and gave it a long throw, commanding me to fetch, at which I obediently ran, sniffed, and twirled around the area. Meanwhile, there was Rachel, coaxing me to find the toy when it was still in her hand behind her back. She laughed at how cute it was to watch me sniffing for a toy she never let go. The wink and the compliment was Rachel teasing and laughing at her lovable, dumb dog for falling into such an obvious trick.
    Rachel puffed on her smoke with