Zeni is attending a wedding reception with her good friend, Archie. As she is headed toward the bar, Father Paulie steps in front of her, blocking her path. He starts by saying:
“Hello, I’m Father Paulie. May I draw a portrait of you for the bride and groom?”
“Uh, no thank you. Would you excuse me?” I replied, attempting to maneuver around Father Paulie, who stepped in front of me once again.
“Please, madam, allow me to draw your portrait.”
“Um, I don’t think that would be a good idea. You see, I don’t personally know the Johnsons. My friend, Archie, knows them from work.”
As I stood there waiting for Father Paulie to allow me room to pass, I could have sworn I saw him staring at my breasts. Nah, he wasn’t staring at my breast. Was he? I shuddered, trying to shake this unsettling thought from my head.
“Please, I’d hate to disappoint the lovely wedding couple.”
“Oh, all right, if you insist,” I said, finally capitulating while blowing off any further thought that he might have been ogling my breasts.
“Let’s move over here,” Father Paulie said, motioning for me to follow him to an open area on the veranda where the sun was beating down. “Now, if you’d please stand right there and give me a big, beautiful smile.”