“That cold metal could ruin a wild sensation.”
“Well, let’s try it anyway,” she said.
“Kinda ironic, dontcha think?”
“What? Right up against “Clark”, next to a red light?”
“With your pants already off and an extinguisher behind you.”
“That’s just in case we can’t put the flames out, sweetheart.”
“Shh…someone’s coming. Give me my hat.”
“What’s that gonna cover?” she asked.
“Not much except my dignity.”
It was the Colonel, and he made a left turn.
Nothing could stop them now.
The purple wig she wore for the masquerade party,
Just wouldn’t stay in place.
It was the night before the Officer’s Ball.
And the week before battle.
(A note and background about this photo, Pin up girl, posing at American Power Museum, Long Island, New York.)
© copyright 2015 Denise Rafkind Photography