Head held high

There is a big dresser in my room………or how my big break really went….

 

 

A friend of mine, a model at the time received a wonderful offer to go shoot in NYC, the manager of a talent company paying the bill…reputation, images, years of experience all checked out perfectly….

 

Off on the trip of a life did a friend of mine make, tickets all express service, it was there in some strange room that there was a really big dresser..

 

The intro’s all done and a dinner on the town, elegance was the call of the day, evening gowns and heels please, smile at the chance, be seen, all with near perfect pose please.

 

Laugh now what dinner doesn’t contain fine wine, a glass maybe two, proven my his receipt, the night is done, or so the thought, a room with a really big dresser.

 

The checkin calls last made about the time for bed, only to be awoken at three, with the need to call even more, oh police, oh police, a friend to the rescue, it would seem a game had been played, a move had been made, even a fondle was attempted, admittedly so, however due to the wine, and the clear receipt, off he went to his next folly.

 

 You see my friend had spent the night in a strange room with a really bid dresser against the door, there leaning for literally three hours awaiting to hear hope of the right knock upon that door.

 

Another knock came when she returned even her friends said must, due to the wine and the excuse. Believe what you will, but how I feel “No wine buys the lady for a night!”, that just, well that is just not right”.

 

Date rape, employee mistreatment, family resentments, friends who will color their life by hers, she is a hero, to stand and say I at least tried to have a dream of being beautiful, sexy, courageous enough to put effort to it, this goes beyond what others would attempt, she kept her head held high.