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Apparently, you're supposed to be getting ready to go somewhere?

A telephone rings, and you pick it up to answer. "Hello?" you say into the phone, a little surprised when you hear a breathy feminine voice instead of the deeper voice you are accustomed to.

"Holly baby! It's Lenny, your favorite manager! You ready?" a friendly male voice says to you through the phone.

"Uh . . . I . . . think so," you reply in your sweet voice.

"You need more time to pack, darling?" the voice asks.

"Um . . . yeah? Yeah, I need a little more time to pack," you say apologetically. "Sorry."

"You feeling okay, Holly?" the voice asks, concerned. "You sound kind of . . . I don't know. Like you're not yourself."

"Oh, no, no!" you laugh, hoping you can play your role convincingly. "I'm fine. Just . . . I need to get back to packing."

"Oh, I get it. You're still tired from the flight back after the photo shoot in the Bahamas, right?"

Photo shoot in the Bahamas? "Yeah, that must be it," you quickly answer.

"Okay, well, you want to call me when you're ready, darling?"

"Sure. Uh . . . what number can I call you back at?" you ask.

"Just call my cell phone," the voice replies.

Just one problem . . . you do not know this guy's cell phone number! "What's your number?" you ask. "I, uh, seem to have lost it."

You hear a sigh on the other end. "You have had a long trip, haven't you? Got something to write with?"

You grab a pencil and sheet of paper and jot down the number: (321) 555-9901. You say goodbye and hang up. Turning around, you see a slightly overweight middle-aged woman dressed in a maid uniform enter the room.

"I finished packing the extra clothes you asked me to put in your suitcases," the maid informs you.

"Um, great," you say. "So we're ready?"

"You're ready to go," the maid replies, nodding.

"Okay, I'll call back Lenny then," you say. You pick up the phone and dial his number. Lenny picks up a few seconds later. "Hey, Holly," he says, a little too friendly for your taste.

"I'm ready," you tell him.

"Great! I'll have your limousine pull around and get your things. Today, we head to Hawaii! The clothes you're going to model are already on the plane."

Okay . . . so what clothes am I going to be posing in?, you wonder. With your supermodel body, you figure that you probably are going to be wearing something that does not cover much of your skin.

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