She drove an hour and a half to meet me, and I didn't have wardrobe, or a set built, or...well...really anything I guess.  

She was patient while we went wardrobe shopping, didn't say a word while I went and got coffee and got parking tickets.

I got a couple weird looks, but she didn't complain once while I was taking my curtains off my windows to build a set.

Actually at first she didn't say much about anything. I couldn't tell if she was just shy, or pissed at me.

But then I got her in front of a camera and -kapow!-

An explosion of pure sex and beauty. 

She's one of those rare people.

Like perfume on your coat, or lipstick on a glass.

She lingers in your mind long after she's gone.

She just left and I can't wait to see her again.