Writers Delight Jan 1, 1977

His name was Ronnie. He was taller than I and older, but with a boyish charm that I found irresistible. He could see that I had probably too much to drink, and since I didn't have a place to stay he invited me to spend the night at his place. accepted immediately, and soon I was looking at a collection of some of the most magnificent male nude photos I had ever seen, and to my surprise Ronnie was the photographer. Maybe it was the drinks, but I was intrigued to see if Ronnie though I might be some he'd like to use as a model, especially a nude model.