He laughed at her question about his camera, though he wasn’t really surprised at it.  More than likely, Charlette was expecting to see bags upon bags of photography gear.  Paul patted one of his shorts’ side pockets.  “I do have my camera,” he assured her.  “Digital,” he stated with a wink.  A pocket on the left side housed a lonesome zoom lens.<br/><br/>Modelling? he thought, immediately followed by, “Modelling?” he asked, somewhat exasperated by now.  “Those guys are, um, right.  You, uh, certainly have the look for it,” he complimented her.  “Not to mention numerous assets.”<br/><br/>Numerous assets, Old Man?<i>Ignore Mode </i>totally engaged, Paul explained further, “I don’t usually photograph people, so it would be a major challenge for me, too.”  He wondered if she was kidding, as she said, or if she was serious.  More reflection was required for this one, so he let it go.<br/><br/>“Naw, you don’t make me feel uncomfortable,” he sorta lied.  “And again, I’m sorry to hear that about your boyfriend.  Just tell him you pay the rent and that is all.  That should put him at ease.”  Paul hoped it would, at the very least.<br/><br/>Earth to Old Man.  Earth to Old Man.  You do realize that photographing her would entail all manner of, shall we say, dress and undress?  Crap!  Paul hadn’t thought that far ahead.  Thankfully, the state park wasn’t that much further.