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Name: Adrian Clark
Height: 6 foot
Age: 46
Build: broad, stocky, a former amateur rugby player he still exercised on his bike mostly but middle age spread was gaining momentum on him.
Hair: Dark, partially bald
Eyes: Sea blue
Adrian walked out of the kitchen, carrying the drinks for his guests. It was Boxing day, and the traditional Christmas social. He lived on a small close of 8 houses, and fortunately all of the residents clicked to a greater or lesser extent, and so a sense of a local community ensured. Each year, someone would open their house boxing day and this year it was their turn to be the hosts; His long standing wife Jane, and himself. They had no children. Whilst neither of them were religious, if they were unable to have children, it was nature’s way, and so why fight it.
On the floor under the Christmas tree was the pile of opened presents, yet to be sold on ebay or stored around the house. His own presents included a new lens for his Nikon DSLR and a couple of photography books.
Adrian was a keen amateur photographer having started with film in his mid teens. But as he got older, and the cost of film developing rose, he ended up taking a break. But with the development of digital SLRs in 2002 or so, his interest in photography was re-kindled when he bought himself the Nikon D70, the first DSLR for the amateur.
He approached the guests, as he offered them their drinks, offering Odile and her mother their drinks first, and then her father his beer. They spoke briefly before he moved on as the doorbell rang. For the first couple of hours or so, the hose was rather busy as neighbours and a couple of their friends popped by to the open house, but by four, as the winter darkness settled down, there were only a few neighbors remaining. As he returned from the kitchen, he saw Odile sitting in the arm chair, flicking through one of his photography books, ‘Outdoor Portraiture’
She was 19, and had lived next door almost ten years; and had blossomed into an alluring young woman. She was pretty in a plain manner in his eyes, with a small frame but still feminine with the right curves to emphasise her womanhood whilst not being too distracting. She wore a simple v neck knitted top, suiting her slender build, the V neck hinting at her small yet perky cleavage, without actually revealing anything, Her legs were enveloped in black slightly glossy leggings.
He approached her…
“So did you get any good presents gorgeous?”
He knew what her parents, her family had saved for between them, a large combined present of a camera. They asked his advice, which he gave, though he wasn't sure what camera Odile wanted. One moment it was a Nikon, the following day it was a Cannon. He advised Nikon, ultimately because he had a Nikon set up so she could borrow his lenses. He would happily trust her with his cheaper lenses at least to begin with, until she could afford her own set...
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Through the Lens
Name: Adrian Clark
Height: 6 foot
Age: 46
Build: broad, stocky, a former amateur rugby player he still exercised on his bike mostly but middle age spread was gaining momentum on him.
Hair: Dark, partially bald
Eyes: Sea blue
Adrian walked out of the kitchen, carrying the drinks for his guests. It was Boxing day, and the traditional Christmas social. He lived on a small close of 8 houses, and fortunately all of the residents clicked to a greater or lesser extent, and so a sense of a local community ensured. Each year, someone would open their house boxing day and this year it was their turn to be the hosts; His long standing wife Jane, and himself. They had no children. Whilst neither of them were religious, if they were unable to have children, it was nature’s way, and so why fight it.
On the floor under the Christmas tree was the pile of opened presents, yet to be sold on ebay or stored around the house. His own presents included a new lens for his Nikon DSLR and a couple of photography books.
Adrian was a keen amateur photographer having started with film in his mid teens. But as he got older, and the cost of film developing rose, he ended up taking a break. But with the development of digital SLRs in 2002 or so, his interest in photography was re-kindled when he bought himself the Nikon D70, the first DSLR for the amateur.
He approached the guests, as he offered them their drinks, offering Odile and her mother their drinks first, and then her father his beer. They spoke briefly before he moved on as the doorbell rang. For the first couple of hours or so, the hose was rather busy as neighbours and a couple of their friends popped by to the open house, but by four, as the winter darkness settled down, there were only a few neighbors remaining. As he returned from the kitchen, he saw Odile sitting in the arm chair, flicking through one of his photography books, ‘Outdoor Portraiture’
She was 19, and had lived next door almost ten years; and had blossomed into an alluring young woman. She was pretty in a plain manner in his eyes, with a small frame but still feminine with the right curves to emphasise her womanhood whilst not being too distracting. She wore a simple v neck knitted top, suiting her slender build, the V neck hinting at her small yet perky cleavage, without actually revealing anything, Her legs were enveloped in black slightly glossy leggings.
He approached her…
“So did you get any good presents gorgeous?”
He knew what her parents, her family had saved for between them, a large combined present of a camera. They asked his advice, which he gave, though he wasn't sure what camera Odile wanted. One moment it was a Nikon, the following day it was a Cannon. He advised Nikon, ultimately because he had a Nikon set up so she could borrow his lenses. He would happily trust her with his cheaper lenses at least to begin with, until she could afford her own set...
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