What to do? I knew I needed something more from casting, but I wasn’t sure exactly what that was. I had taken my last two models outside while casted, and that certainly was pleasing, so maybe that was a move in the right direction.

Maybe more casts per model, or bigger casts might be the answer. I have always loved body casts, as well as multiple casts on a woman. The times I have done this have without a doubt been my favorites. I have always liked the idea of a hip spica and shoulder spica combo, but that would require getting very close to some very personal areas, and that really might be too much to ask of a model. A model with all four limbs casted would be nice, too.

Maybe I wanted more realistic settings, such as having a model stay in the wheelchair for photos and sketch. Perhaps crutches. Or maybe a hospital bed. That thought gave me an idea.

I went to the phone, and called my contact at the medical supply house back east. He said he could get me the type of bed I wanted, as well as my list of accessories, but that he could not ship it, as this type of bed was usually only sold to institutions, and not private individuals.

I told him to have it ready in two days, and I would have it picked up. I then called an interstate mover, and arranged for them to pick it up, and deliver it to me. I claimed I was helping a relative convalesce after an accident. With the cover story in place, all was in motion.

I decided to convert the downstairs bedroom that had previously served as my den into a makeshift hospital room. I spent the next two days moving things out, and painting the room white, so that it would look correct. My phone hadn’t been ringing with new models much lately, so I wondered if I might be acting a bit hastily. I really liked this little town, but with the school semester ending, and summer break beginning, I might lose a lot of my potential models. I decided to try something different to see if I could get things rolling.

I called the office of Kicks, and told them the changes I wanted to make to my ad. The ad now read: "Part-time summer modeling work for adventurous women. Full-time pay for one day’s work. No nudity, but an open mind is required. Steady weekly work through the summer." My plan was simple- find two or three models that I could work with on a weekly basis throughout the summer.

It was finals week, and Monique had been studying hard. It had been difficult, as she had been spending as much time as she could on the Internet, looking at casting websites. When she wasn’t online, she was looking forward to getting back to the sites. Since she had found the website that dealt with casting, and those who enjoyed it, she had been strongly drawn to this dark little corner of cyberspace. After a week of surfing, she felt she had finally made it through all of the sites.

Erin had a problem. She needed money to pay the rent, but she wasn’t working, and though her job was waiting for her she couldn’t go back for a while. She had a great job at a factory, but working wasn’t possible for several weeks yet, and the rent still came due. If she couldn’t come up with the rent, she’d have to move back home, and that was simply not an option she wanted to go with. She had left home two years ago after a huge argument with her parents. She just couldn’t live with their rules, and she refused to go to college, as they demanded. Now, her independence had hit a snag, and was in jeopardy.

She re-read the newspaper ad: " Full time pay for one day’s work." That definitely would work, if they would take her as a model. She decided to call. She had the open mind they asked for, and if they wanted attractive young women, she should definitely fit their needs. Her condition would probably exclude her, but if this modeling was from the waist up, she’d be OK.

My phone rang

"Hello?"

"I’m calling about your ad for models. What sort of models do you want, and what exactly would I be modeling?"

"Well, we’re looking for attractive ladies at least 18 years old, and the nature of the work is best explained in person."

Erin thought on this one for a bit. She was old enough at 20, yet still young. And she was sure she was attractive enough.

"Well, I guess we could meet and you could decide if you want to work with me."

I told her that would be fine. We arranged to meet in an hour, since she was free that day, and I was working on preparing my "hospital room." I grabbed a quick shower, and waited for her to arrive. I went into my "hospital room" in progress, and admired what was there. The bed was very cool, with its assortment of traction and other orthopedic attachments. This would be a very cool backdrop for photos. As I looked things over, there was a knock at the door.

I opened the door to a very beautiful young woman. She was certainly young, 20 at the most, with long red hair, beautiful blue eyes, and a stunning figure. She wore a black dress with sheer see through panels around the neck, midsection, and lower skirt. It was clear she had dressed to impress me, and she had. She had a fantastic tan, especially for a redhead, and I wondered if the red hair might come from a bottle, as if it mattered. What really floored me most were her legs. Her left leg was long, wonderfully shaped, and very tan. Her right leg was in a pink long leg cast!