Boy Who Irons - Woman on PMS!

       Ho ha!
        It's backyard day.
        Big purple Harley - cleaned up chrome.
        Troy in black leather pants.
        Sprawled on the bike.
        Oh, my God!

Boy on Bike (And Ron's Knee) It's Only 100 Degrees - Why I have Water and a Towel

        He's sweaty.
        I stand by with towel and a bottle of water.
        And my compact.
        Oh my yes.
        Harley jacket.
        Perfect.
        Even better when he drops the shirt. Half naked man on a PURPLE bike. Great combination!
        We are in his friend's backyard and have fought the Harley into position (we had to find the lock) and set it to use one background. This yard has several.
        We are using my makeup compact mirror. He wants it handy.
        I stuck it in my bra. In one of the cups.
        My job is to check that his hair is off his forehead, where the sweat makes it cling. And to check that his underwear isn't showing (tuck it down!)
        He changes for the next shots. Jeans.
        I give him space (I am polite - I do not photograph that activity. I actually avert my eyes.)
        He told me he expected to hear the camera go off and that I would put them on the web!
        No - I'm nice.
        We get Jeans. And cowboy boots. And after dragging them across country - I forgot to bring the hats. Too hot for them.
        We had tried for a horse at a nearby stable - no joy.
        Wanted a bale of hay and a saddled horse. Offered money. Called three places. Gave up.
        We have him in a sleeveless jean jacket. Next to the "rising penis" cactus. The guys name it that.
        Good call.
        And we have him holding broken pottery. A big jar top. Nice touch. Enough phallic symbols for everyone.
        The guys have gone into penis jokes.
        OK. I can play that game.
        I introduce them to penis stew. (Honest to God recipe on the Two Fat Ladies Calendar.)
        Stops that action.
        We sit him on a rock (ouch!). He accidentally leans too close to the cactus. (Ooops!)
        Poor boy!

Hanging From A Pole

        The backs of my legs burn - behind the knees. I am using 45 level sunblock and a hat. Warm (80) in wind.
        This morning I had a nice beach walk - warm water lapping at my legs and egrets - a flock of them - standing on the beach and letting me get to within 2' of them. Cute little fluffy things.
        The storm had thrown jellyfish up - blue bubbles and their tentacles (give you a big rash if you touch them).
        Crabs and barnacles had also been tossed up. Rough seas. Red flags.
        Now, it has gotten really warm. How about HOT!
        Of course standing in someone's backyard and drooling isn't helping!
        He looks for the compact to check his hair.
        Where is it?
        When he scolded me for not having it handy I said that it was.
        "Where?"
        "In my bra, of course." I pulled it out.
        No comment!
        (I keep pens in the middle - between the now so much smaller breasts - so I have one available to label film. I can still hold onto pens. Enough.)
        Big joke now. I had them reduced and he hadn't noticed. If he had, he would have seen the outline of the compact.
        (He only looks at blondes.)
        (I need peroxide.)
        I suggested that I do a calendar - sexy women over 50 - Ron and Troy both said no way! In unison! Ron was out of reach.
        Troy was stripped to his briefs. Changing.
        There was a chair between us.....
        Lucky boy.
        We dress him again and hang him from the Cabana beam - cool shot.
        Them we put him in bib overalls and toss him into a hammock.
        We also try the "draped in a yellow towel look". Best shot of the bunch. I'm still checking for underwear. (In the photo - I know he's wearing some!)
        Very cool. Oh, sorry. "Way cool." The new expression.
        Last of all, we put him in red trunks and put him in the pool.
        UNHEATED!
        ICE COLD WATER!
        We give him a few minutes not to turn quite so blue.....
        Too much sun in his eyes.

Warming Up

        We move him - and move the creepy crawler pool skimmer.
        Then we put him in the Jacuzzi. Also ice cold.
        Oh my!
        He pushes up and flexes everything in sight.
        I need to put my feet into the pool and cool off!