“Yeah, I know that,” he assured me. “What kind?”

“I'm not telling you,” I replied. “You'll simply notify whomever writes those small blind pieces or anything and so it won't be a surprise.”

“It's a surprise?”

To more than just you, I thought. “Yeah, it's a surprise,” I assured him. “A lovely surprise for excellent little paparazzi who snap photographs of me nude.”

He flushed crimson at that. “Hey, I never shot photographs of you nude,” he added.

“But you have taken images of me?”

I shook my head. The harm was done. And it didn't really matter anymore anyhow. “Well, hang around. Maybe you'll see what I'm producing.”

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