Franklin has seen the ad in the local alternative newspaper while he was hunting for a summer job.  He was attending the State University on a sports scholarship.  Summer jobs were hard to come by for someone who needed to put in the training time his scholarship required and his dreams of playing in the big leagues insisted on.  His major in “general studies” did not help either.  He had few skills beyond throwing balls.  Still, he was extremely fit and had done some modeling for a clothing store near the University, so when he saw the ad seeking “exotic models, male and female” he figured he would answer it.<br/><br/>He did not want his parents to catch on, so he went to the yard with his laptop, watching Jim Cleaver and his kids pile into the minivan for a day of suburban fun.  The site asked for various details about his body and a picture.  He provided one without his shirt.  He was told it was hot.  One of the last questions was about his penis size.  Franklin was slightly puzzled, but was not exactly the sharpest knife in the drawer, so he filled it in and hit submit.  He hoped for a call back today.<br/>