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 very good idea. You see, I don’t personally know the Johnsons.”
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. 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.”
“Let’s move over here,” Father Paulie said, motioning for me to follow him to an open area on the veranda. “Now, if you’d please stand right there and give me a big, beautiful smile.”